The Hard Morning Jerry Want Accompany Mom Go Market
It was a bright, warm morning, and the air outside was filled with the lively sounds of the neighborhood waking up. In front of the house, the gate stood open, and mom was getting ready to head out to the market. She had her bag in one hand and her shopping list in the other, ready for a quick trip to pick up some fresh fruits and vegetables. But there was just one problem: Jerry.
The moment he saw his mom head for the gate, his eyes lit up with determination. He needed to go with her. In his mind, there was no question about it—he was going to the market, too, and no one could tell him otherwise.
At first, his mom tried to reason with him, crouching down to explain, “Jerry, stay inside, I’ll be back soon. It’s just a quick trip.” But Jerry wasn’t having it. He shook his head vigorously, his small lips trembling as if he were about to cry. And then, he did. Loudly.
The wail that came from Jerry was ear-piercing. He threw his head back and let out a shrill, determined cry, like a child throwing a tantrum in the middle of a store. His tiny feet stomped on the ground, and before his mom could say another word, Jerry was off, running straight toward her.
He wrapped himself around her leg, clinging with all his might, refusing to let go. His small fingers gripped her tightly as he buried his face into her pants, still crying loudly. His mom, with a mixture of patience and exasperation, tried to pry him off. “Jerry, no, you have to stay here!” she insisted, gently pulling his hands away.
But Jerry wasn’t about to give up that easily. The moment she managed to get him off her leg, he took a step back, his eyes wide with stubbornness, and immediately launched himself forward again. This time, he ran even faster, his little feet padding across the ground as he clung onto her even harder, making it clear that he was not staying behind.
“Jerry, come on! I’ll be back soon!” she said, trying to sound firm but not wanting to upset him more. She lifted him up, carrying him back toward the house. Jerry’s arms flailed as he cried even louder, twisting and turning in her arms, trying to get free. As soon as she set him down at the door, he bolted again, heading straight for the gate like it was his only mission in life.
He reached her once more, this time trying to climb up her leg, using both his arms and legs to hold on tight, like a tiny climber determined to reach the top of a mountain. His cries grew even more intense, his little face scrunched up in frustration, tears streaming down his cheeks. He wouldn’t listen, no matter how much his mom tried to reason with him.
“Jerry, stop it! You can’t come with me today!” she said, more firmly now. She picked him up again, carried him back into the house, and quickly shut the door behind her. For a brief moment, it seemed like she had won the battle. But Jerry wasn’t done. Not even close.
From inside the house, Jerry’s cries echoed through the walls. He banged on the door with his tiny fists, wailing as if the world was ending. His mom stood outside, shaking her head with a sigh, feeling a little bad but knowing she had to go. She turned to leave, hoping he’d settle down.
And then, just as she reached the gate, the door behind her creaked open. Out came Jerry again, eyes wide, his little body trembling with frustration and sheer determination. He raced toward her like a rocket, his arms stretched out, ready to cling to her once again. Before she could react, Jerry was at her feet, grabbing onto her pants and refusing to let go.
“Oh, Jerry…” she sighed, exasperated. She crouched down to his level, her face softening as she looked into his big, teary eyes. “You really want to come with me, don’t you?”
Jerry sniffled, his cries quieter now but still persistent. He nodded vigorously, holding onto her leg like his life depended on it. His tiny body was shaking, more from frustration than fear. He had to go with her. There was no other option in his mind.
