Ronaldo had been waiting all afternoon, sitting near the door with his tiny hands tapping on the floor. He didn’t want toys, food, or even a nap. He only wanted one thing—mom to come home. Every little noise made his ears perk up, but it was always just the wind, the birds, or someone passing by. Ronaldo’s impatience grew, and his little heart raced every time he imagined the door opening.
Just when he was about to give up, he heard footsteps outside—familiar footsteps. His eyes widened, body stiffened, and suddenly the door clicked. Ronaldo froze for half a second, and then everything exploded at once.
His little mouth opened wide—very wide—and he let out the loudest scream anyone in the house had heard that day. It wasn’t anger, hunger, or fear. It was pure excitement and shock. Mommy was finally home!
He bounced from the floor, tiny feet stumbling as he tried to run toward her. His arms waved in the air, body shaking with happy energy. Ronaldo continued screaming, not even stopping to breathe properly as if his voice alone could tell the whole world how happy he was. His tail flicked rapidly, his eyes shining like tiny stars.
Mom didn’t even have time to step inside before Ronaldo threw himself against her legs, holding on as tightly as his little arms could. Mommy laughed warmly and bent down to scoop him into her arms.
The moment he landed against her chest, Ronaldo’s screams shifted into soft squeaks of excitement. He touched her face, pulled her hair gently, and stared in disbelief—just making sure she was really here.
Mom kissed the top of his head and hugged him close. Ronaldo snuggled under her chin, still breathing fast, heart overflowing with happiness.
After what felt like forever, his world was whole again. Mommy was home.
