Baby Selena was usually a gentle little girl with soft eyes and a tiny voice, but today her emotions were too big for her tiny body to contain. She sat on the floor with her legs trembling and her hands curled into little fists, her whole face twisted with frustration. Mom had stepped outside for just a moment, but to Selena, it felt like forever.
And that was all it took for the dramatic storm to begin.
Selena threw her head back and let out a yell so loud it echoed through the room. Her voice cracked with panic, rising and falling like waves crashing into the shore. It wasn’t just crying—it was pure, emotional yelling that came straight from the deepest part of her heart. She wanted Mom now, and she wanted her so badly that nothing else felt right.
Her tiny chest heaved quickly, sucking in air only to release another scream seconds later. She stomped her feet on the floor, her little toes shaking with each burst of emotion. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto her hands as she reached toward the door where Mom had disappeared moments ago.
She paced in a tiny circle, yelling again, louder this time. It was almost as if she believed her voice alone could pull Mom back through the door. Her cries weren’t angry—they were desperate, needy, and full of fear that Mom might not return fast enough to soothe her fragile heart.
Every sound she made echoed her worry:
Where is Mom? Why isn’t she picking me up? Why is she taking so long?
Just when Selena’s crying reached its most heartbreaking point, the door finally opened. The familiar footsteps entered the room. Selena froze, her breath catching mid-cry. Then, like a spark catching fire, she screamed again—but now from relief.
She rushed forward in her wobbly little steps, arms raised desperately. Mom knelt, and before Selena could cry again, she was scooped into comforting, warm arms. Selena buried her face into Mom’s chest, gripping her shirt with tiny fingers as if making sure she wouldn’t disappear again.
Her cries softened almost instantly.
Her breathing slowed.
Her trembling stopped.
Selena wasn’t dramatic because she was spoiled—she was dramatic because she loved deeply.
And in her mother’s arms, she finally felt safe again.
