The morning was still quiet.
Soft light filled the room as little Jasmine sat in the yellow bathtub, her tiny body wrapped in warm water. Everything should have felt calm.
But for Jasmine—
It didn’t.
She looked around slowly, her small eyes searching.
No Mom close enough.
No arms holding her.
Just the unfamiliar space and the early morning silence.
Her lips trembled.
Her brows tightened.
And then—
“AHHHH!”
A loud, angry cry broke the peaceful morning.
Jasmine screamed sharply, her tiny body tensing as she splashed slightly in the tub. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her voice echoed, full of loneliness and frustration.
“Mama! Mama!”
She cried again, louder this time.
She didn’t want the bath.
She didn’t want the quiet.
She wanted Mom.
Right there.
Right now.
Her small hands waved, her legs kicked gently in the water, turning the calm bath into a storm of baby emotion. Her face turned red as she cried harder, unable to settle.
To her, even a small distance felt like being left alone.
Mom heard immediately.
Footsteps rushed in.
“Oh, Jasmine…” she said softly.
She came close, placing gentle hands around the tiny baby, letting her feel warmth and safety again.
The moment Jasmine felt her—
Everything changed.
Her loud cries softened into shaky little sobs.
Her body relaxed.
Her tiny hands reached out, holding onto Mom like she never wanted to let go.
Because sometimes, even in warm water and a safe place—
A little heart still feels lonely without the one person it needs most.
