Baby Yuri has never been shy about expressing her feelings, and today was the perfect example. The moment she spotted the milk powder tin sitting on the table, her eyes lit up. She hurried over, her tiny arms reaching out as if the container itself could feed her. When she finally hugged it tightly against her chest, she threw her head back and opened her mouth wide, shouting with all her strength.
It was clear what she wanted — milk, and she wanted it now. The little tin became her treasure, something she clung to with determination. Her cries echoed through the room, and though her voice was loud, it was also full of desperation. For Yuri, hunger always came with drama, and her way of asking for food was nothing short of theatrical.
Daddy rushed over, smiling at the sight of her small hands clutching the big tin. “Alright, little one, I hear you,” he whispered, gently prying it from her grip. But Yuri wasn’t about to let go easily. She held on with surprising strength, kicking her legs and shaking her head, as though afraid her milk would disappear forever.
Finally, Daddy distracted her with a cuddle and quickly prepared her warm bottle. The moment the bottle touched her lips, all the shouting and tears melted away. Yuri’s eyes softened, her body relaxed, and the loud little storm instantly became peaceful silence.
Watching her drink so happily, Daddy couldn’t help but laugh. It was always the same — a dramatic outburst followed by calm contentment once her hunger was satisfied. Baby Yuri might have been tiny, but her voice and her emotions were always larger than life.
She finished her milk with a satisfied sigh, hugging Daddy this time instead of the tin.
