Minea screamed in terror as Monica’s sudden bite landed painfully on her delicate little head.
The shock stole her breath and turned fear into wild desperate sound across room suddenly.
Monica stood moody and rigid, not understanding the damage of her angry impulsive action today.
Tears exploded from Minea’s eyes as pain and betrayal mixed inside her tiny chest suddenly.
Her hands flew up to protect the hurt place while her whole body shook hard.
The scream grew sharper, a high broken call for safety and for her mom now.
The room froze in panic as caregivers rushed toward the sound of pain quickly together.
Monica’s face shifted from anger to confusion when she saw the blood on Minea’s skin.
She stepped back slowly, fear replacing the storm that had driven her bite today suddenly.
Minea was lifted trembling into warm arms as hands checked the wounded head with urgency.
Soft cloth pressed gently against the sore spot as sobs shook her ribs in fear.
Blood slowed beneath careful pressure, but the shock still thundered through her body in waves.
Monica watched from distance, small shoulders sinking under sudden weight of what she did wrong.
The air felt heavy with fear, guilt, and the piercing echo of Minea’s cry lingering.
Minea clung to the caregiver’s shirt, breathing fast, eyes wide with lingering terror and pain.
Quiet words filled the space, promising safety while fear slowly loosened its grip on her.
Monica’s anger had vanished, leaving only a trembling sister facing consequences she never intended today.
The wound was cleaned, wrapped, and watched as Minea’s cries softened to whimpers of fading.
Pain would pass, but the moment carved deep lesson into both fragile hearts forever today.
That day taught fear and forgiveness together under the same trembling roof for two sisters.
