Baby Ronaldo woke up in one of his loud, stormy moods. The morning sun peeked through the window, but instead of greeting the day with his usual curiosity, he scrunched his tiny face, puffed his cheeks, and let out an angry cry that shook the whole room. Mom gently placed him on the soft blanket so she could reach for his milk bottle, but Ronaldo didn’t want to wait—not even for a second. The moment his tiny body touched the floor, his tantrum exploded. (100)
He threw his arms out, kicked his tiny legs, and began rolling from side to side, shouting for mom to come back immediately. Each roll grew faster as his frustration built like a little storm inside him. Mom rushed over, worried he might hurt himself, but before she could catch him, Ronaldo rolled one more time—too strongly—and slipped off the edge of the blanket.
He dropped gently onto the floor with a soft thump, surprised more than hurt. The shock froze him for a moment. His big eyes blinked, his lips trembled, and the anger on his face slowly melted into a frightened whimper. Mom scooped him up instantly, holding him close against her chest. Her warmth made his trembling stop. She kissed the top of his head again and again, whispering that everything was okay.
Ronaldo grabbed onto her shirt tightly as if afraid she might leave again. Mom rubbed his back in slow circles, calming the little tantrum monster back into her sweet baby boy. When she finally offered the milk, Ronaldo accepted it with a soft sniffle, drinking peacefully while snuggled safely in her arms. What began as a frustrated morning ended with gentle cuddles, warm love, and a reminder that even the toughest little babies just need their mom’s touch.
