The sun had just begun to fade when baby Momo spotted his dad walking away across the backyard.
Eager and desperate not to be left behind, Momo took off on his tiny feet, calling out with all his strength.
“Eeh! Eeeeh!!”
His voice trembled, his steps unsteady.
He just wanted to be with Dad.
But the cement path was hard and uneven. Momo’s foot slipped on a small stone—his body tilted, and before he could catch himself…
Thud!
He hit the ground hard, his knees scraping, his tiny hands slamming against the rough surface. His fragile body twisted, and his face crumpled in pain.
Then came the scream.
A sharp, heartbreaking cry that cut through the evening air.
“EEEEEHHH!!”
Momo shook, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His cries turned into sobs, his breath hitched, and his tiny limbs flailed in distress.
He couldn’t understand what had just happened—all he knew was it hurt, and he was alone.
Dad heard the cry and turned back instantly. In seconds, he was beside Momo, scooping him gently into his arms.
Momo was still crying, gasping, shaking. He clung tightly to Dad’s shirt, his face buried in the warmth he had been chasing moments before.
“I’m here, I’m here,” Dad whispered over and over. “Shh… you’re safe now.”
He gently rubbed Momo’s back, inspected the scrapes, and rocked him close. Slowly, the cries softened. The convulsions stopped. Only hiccups remained.
In that moment, wrapped in love, Momo realized—
Even when he falls, Dad always comes back.
