The sun was warm, but little Maly didn’t feel it.
She sat alone in the corner of the porch, her tiny arms wrapped around her knees, eyes filled with tears. Her soft cries turned into sharp little screams that echoed through the yard.
Where was everyone?
She had woken up from her nap, hungry and confused. Her blanket had fallen off, and the familiar hands that always came to hold her… didn’t come this time. No bottle, no kiss, no gentle “It’s okay.”
Just silence.
Maly didn’t understand that Mom was only a few steps away, cleaning up after lunch, thinking she would come right back. To Maly, it felt like she had been forgotten—and her tiny heart couldn’t take it.
“Eeeehh!! EEEEHHHH!!” she cried, voice trembling, eyes searching every corner.
Her little body rocked with each sob. She threw her arms wide, hoping someone—anyone—would come running. Her world was so small, and when it felt empty, it became terrifying.
Then—footsteps.
“Maly, baby! I’m so sorry!” Mom rushed over, scooping her up into a warm embrace.
Maly clung tightly, face buried in Mom’s shoulder, her cries turning into soft sniffles.
“It’s okay now, I’ve got you,” Mom whispered, gently rocking her back and forth.
With a fresh bottle and a warm hug, Maly’s world felt safe again. The fear faded. The sadness slipped away.
And as she slowly drifted off to sleep in her mother’s arms, Maly finally knew—
She had never really been forgotten.
Just missed for a moment…
And loved forever.
