Little A Tong’s tiny feet shuffled across the cold floor, each step heavy with sadness. His small, frail body looked so pitiful as he tried to move forward, but his spirit today was low. From his mouth came soft, heartbreaking moans — not loud cries, but deep, sad sounds that showed just how lonely and tired he felt inside.
The house was quiet except for A Tong’s little moaning voice echoing in the room. He had been searching for comfort, missing the warmth of his mom’s hug or the gentle pat on his back that always made him feel secure. His head hung low, and his arms dangled by his sides as he dragged his little body slowly along the floor, unsure where to go but desperate for love.
Mom noticed the unusual sadness in A Tong’s behavior. Her heart sank seeing her baby so downhearted. She quickly left what she was doing and knelt on the floor, opening her arms wide for him.
As soon as A Tong saw her, his pace quickened slightly, though his legs wobbled with tiredness. He moaned again, this time with a hint of hope. Reaching his mom, he collapsed into her embrace, clutching her tightly as though he was afraid she might disappear.
Mom gently picked him up, cradling him against her chest. She whispered sweet words into his ear, reassuring him that he was not alone. A Tong buried his face into her neck, his body finally relaxing as he felt the comfort he had been craving.
Sometimes, even the strongest little hearts have heavy days — and for A Tong, today was just one of those moments needing nothing more than pure, unconditional love
