Tiny baby Lily had always looked up to her mother, Mommy Libby, with eyes full of trust and love. She followed her everywhere, mimicked her movements, and reached out for hugs at every chance. But today was different—painfully different.
It started when Lily approached her mom with innocent joy, hoping to cuddle. But instead of welcoming arms, Libby responded with a harsh push and cold glare. Lily stumbled back, confused. Why was mommy angry?
She tried again, quietly whimpering and reaching out. But Libby lashed out—a cruel gesture no baby should ever face. The little one froze, her big eyes watering. Her heart, once so full, seemed to shatter in that moment.
Lily didn’t understand that some mothers, like Libby, struggle with love—perhaps too tired, too stressed, or not ready to nurture. But to a baby, all that matters is warmth and safety.
The caretakers rushed in, hearts aching as they picked up the trembling baby. Lily clung to their shirt, her tiny fingers grasping tightly, her body shaking from the rejection. She buried her face into the caretaker’s chest, seeking the love she so desperately needed.
Nearby, Libby paced, watching from afar, silent and unreadable.
