Little Minea was not in the mood that morning. Her dad, with the best of intentions, picked out a cute little dress for her to wear. But the moment he held it up, Minea’s face changed instantly. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pouted, and before anyone could prepare, her loud cries filled the room.
She shook her head furiously, refusing to let the dress even touch her. When Dad tried gently to slip it over her tiny arms, Minea kicked and squirmed with all her might. Her little fists clenched, and her voice rose in angry screams, as if she were shouting, “No, Daddy! I don’t want it!”
Her dad sighed, half amused and half exhausted. He only wanted his little girl to look cute, but to Minea, it felt like the biggest injustice in the world. She wanted freedom, not a dress. She clung tightly to the blanket beside her, twisting away from his hands every time he came closer.
For a moment, the standoff continued—Dad with the dress in his hands, and Minea on the floor, red-faced and stubborn. Finally, realizing his little one’s fiery spirit, Dad scooped her up gently, hugging her close instead of fighting. Slowly, Minea’s cries softened into sniffles. She buried her face in his chest, still pouting but calmer now.
Though she never wore the dress that morning, Dad kissed her forehead and laughed softly. Minea might have been moody and angry, but beneath it all, she was just a baby who wanted to be heard.
Her tantrum was proof of her strong little personality—and though she won the battle against the dress, she could never lose her father’s love.
