he afternoon was quiet inside the small house, sunlight pushing softly through the windows and settling across the wooden table. On top of that table sat tiny baby Selena, her little body curled forward, her hands gripping the edge as she began to cry. Her hungry cries were sharp and heartbreaking, echoing in the room where no one was close enough to comfort her.
Just a short time earlier, Dad had placed her on the table so he could mix her bottle in the kitchen. He thought it would take only a moment, but Selena was far too young and too emotional to wait patiently. She only understood one thing—she was hungry and she needed her milk right now.
At first she whined softly, her voice trembling with sadness. She looked around hopefully, expecting someone to lift her into loving arms. But no one came. The seconds felt long, and her tiny heart grew frustrated. Soon her soft cries turned into sobs, and then into full loud wailing.
Her little face turned red, eyes squeezing closed as she pushed out each cry with all the strength in her small body. To her, sitting alone on the cold wooden surface felt like being abandoned. She didn’t understand that Dad was only a room away, rushing as fast as he could to prepare her warm bottle.
She pressed her cheek to the table, letting out a long, hopeless moan. Her stomach rumbled, her hands trembled from hunger, and small tears rolled down her cheeks. She called again and again, her voice growing louder, hoping her father would hear her and return quickly.
In the kitchen, Dad heard everything. He mixed the formula faster, shaking the bottle with speed as guilt washed over him. “Hold on, Selena… Daddy’s coming,” he whispered, feeling his heart squeeze.
Finally, he hurried back into the room. The moment Selena heard footsteps, her head shot up. Her cries became louder and more desperate, demanding attention and love. Dad rushed forward, scooping her into his arms and whispering reassurance.
Selena buried her wet face into his chest, still whimpering but finally calming. Dad gently pressed the bottle to her lips, and she latched on immediately, drinking as if she had waited forever.
With each swallow, her breathing slowed, her trembling stopped, and a peaceful silence returned. Soon she rested happily on Dad’s shoulder, safe, fed, and finally comforted—proof that even the smallest baby just needs love, warmth, and someone who always comes back.
