In the quiet corner of the house, tiny Baby Toto sat trembling. Her little heart was pounding, and her eyes darted around in panic. Just moments ago, her mother had walked away—off to gather some food—and left Toto by herself. It wasn’t long, but for a baby like her, even seconds felt like forever.
Suddenly, Toto’s panic turned to rage and fear.
She let out a piercing, sharp scream, her small body stiffening as waves of emotion overtook her. Her limbs twitched, and she began to shake in a fit of overwhelming fear—almost like a seizure of emotion. It wasn’t a true medical seizure, but her body reacted with such intensity that it scared everyone nearby.
Her cry echoed like a storm. She clenched her fists, eyes wide, mouth open in a nonstop howl. It wasn’t just sadness—it was deep, angry confusion. Why would her mom leave her?
The caregiver rushed to her side, gently scooping her up. Toto flinched at first, still lost in the storm. But soft whispers, warm hands, and a careful rocking motion slowly eased her trembling.
“I know, baby… I know,” the caregiver murmured, stroking her fur gently.
Toto whimpered and buried her face into the shoulder of safety she longed for. Her tiny fingers gripped tight, refusing to let go. Even though her mother didn’t mean to hurt her, Toto’s world had shaken in that moment.
Later, her mom returned, unaware of the storm that had passed. Toto peeked over the caregiver’s arm, unsure—but ready to forgive. Her tears had dried, but her need for love hadn’t.
And in that soft reunion, Toto found the peace she needed.
