It was a quiet afternoon, but suddenly the peaceful house filled with the soft, heartbreaking cries of Poor Baby Sangha. 🐒🥺 His tiny voice trembled as he sat on the floor, little hands rubbing his eyes. Big teardrops rolled down his cheeks, and his small body shook with sadness. No one knew at first what had made him cry, but it was clear his little heart felt heavy.
Baby Sangha had been playing happily just moments before. He tried to follow Mom around the room, hoping to be carried. But when Mom became busy for a short while, Sangha felt alone. For a baby, even a few minutes can feel like forever. He looked around, searching for comfort, but didn’t see Mom right away. That’s when the tears began.
His cries grew louder, calling out in his own baby way. “Mom… Mom…” It wasn’t just noise — it was a cry for love and reassurance. His tiny fingers reached forward as if hoping someone would pick him up.
Baby TanTan noticed first. TanTan stopped what he was doing and looked at his little brother with concern. He slowly walked closer, watching Sangha’s tearful face. TanTan didn’t like seeing his brother sad. He gently sat beside him, as if trying to say, “I’m here with you.” 🥹
But Baby Sangha was too upset to calm down right away. His little chest moved up and down quickly as he sobbed. TanTan softly touched Sangha’s arm, trying to comfort him. It was such a sweet moment — one baby trying to take care of another.
Soon, Mom heard the crying and quickly came over. The second Sangha saw her, he cried even harder, stretching his arms up. Mom picked him up gently and held him close to her chest. She softly patted his back and whispered calming words. Slowly, Sangha’s cries began to quiet.
He buried his tiny face into Mom’s shoulder, feeling safe again. The tears stopped, replaced by soft sniffles. His little fingers tightly held onto Mom’s shirt, as if afraid to let go.
Baby TanTan watched quietly, relieved that his brother was okay. He moved closer, touching Sangha’s leg gently. Now the room was peaceful again.
Poor Baby Sangha may have cried today, but he was never alone. With Mom’s warm hug and TanTan’s caring heart, his sadness quickly turned into comfort. In this loving family, even tears are met with gentle hands and warm hugs. 💛🐒