It was supposed to be just a quick minute. Mom and Dad had stepped away to grab Luna’s milk and a clean towel. But to baby Luna, even a few seconds felt like a lifetime.
Perched on the wooden table in the kitchen, Luna blinked around the room — silent at first. Then… her little lips trembled.
“EEEHHH!” she let out a sharp cry.
No answer.
“EEEEEKKKK!!” Louder this time, her voice full of fury.
She slapped her tiny palms against the table and let out a scream that could shake the ceiling. Her tail flipped wildly behind her.
She wasn’t scared — she was angry.
Where was Mom? Where was Dad? Why was she left like this?
Luna threw her soft toy onto the floor, letting out another burst of cries. Her little eyes filled with baby tears, her nose wrinkled in frustration. She looked to the door, furious that no one was standing there.
Then came the sound of footsteps.
Mom peeked in first, holding the towel. Behind her, Dad carried her warm milk bottle.
“Lunaaa… what’s all this noise?” Dad asked gently.
But Luna didn’t calm down right away. She turned her head and gave them both the coldest stare her baby face could manage. She puffed her cheeks, crossed her arms, and gave a sharp little huff.
Mom picked her up gently, planting kisses on her forehead. “We were just getting your things, silly girl.”
Luna blinked.
Then… with a small pout still on her face… she accepted the bottle and cuddled into Mom’s arms, her tantrum melting into tiny gulps.
Because no matter how loud she cried, what Luna wanted most — was just to feel near the ones she loved. 🐵❤️🥺
