Tiny FiFa woke up feeling something was wrong.
Her tummy was EMPTY!
She blinked, looking around.
Where was Mom?
Where was her milk?!
At first, she let out a small whimper.
Then—she couldn’t take it anymore.
“WAAAAAAAH!!!”
Her whole body shook with hunger.
Her tiny arms flapped wildly.
Her feet kicked the air.
She screamed nonstop.
Minea covered her ears. “Oh no, she’s gonna wake the whole house!”
Emma gasped. “Mom! Hurry! She’s having a hunger tantrum!”
FiFa rolled back and forth, wailing.
Her lips trembled.
Her body twitched in frustration.
Her whole face turned red.
Then, finally—Mom RAN in!
“Oh, baby! I’m here! I have your milk!”
FiFa snatched the bottle instantly.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
She sucked so fast it made a funny noise.
Jasmine giggled. “Wow! She was REALLY starving!”
Mom stroked FiFa’s back gently. “There, my little milk monster. All better now?”
FiFa’s eyes drooped sleepily.
She hugged the bottle, her belly finally full and warm.
Within minutes…
She was fast asleep in Mom’s arms.
Mom smiled, kissing her tiny forehead.
