The afternoon was supposed to be calm, but Chichi’s small heart was already heavy. She sat quietly near the mat, watching Jenny play nearby. At first, Chichi tried to ignore it, hugging her knees and rocking gently, hoping the bad feeling would pass. But Jenny’s play soon became rough and careless, pushing toys around without noticing how close Chichi was sitting.
Suddenly, Jenny bumped into her. It wasn’t a big hit, but it was enough to break Chichi’s fragile mood. Chichi lost her balance and slipped onto the floor. The sound was soft, yet her heart felt like it shattered. She stayed there, lying still, her eyes wide with shock and pain. No one noticed at first.
Jenny continued her nasty play, grabbing toys and jumping around as if nothing had happened. That hurt Chichi even more. Slowly, her face changed. Her lips trembled, her brows pulled together, and tears began to gather in her eyes. She hit the floor with her tiny hands, crying loudly, releasing all the anger and sadness trapped inside her.
Chichi wasn’t just crying from the fall. She was heart-broken because she felt ignored. She wanted comfort, a hug, or at least someone to look at her and say she mattered. Instead, Jenny laughed and played, stepping too close again. That was the final spark. Chichi screamed angrily, her voice echoing her frustration.
When Mom finally noticed, she rushed over. Chichi clung to her leg, still sobbing, her body shaking. Mom gently lifted her, wiping her tears and whispering soft sounds to calm her down. Chichi slowly rested her head on Mom’s chest, her cries turning into quiet sniffles.
Jenny was pulled away, her nasty play stopped at last. The room grew quiet again. Chichi stayed in Mom’s arms, safe and warm, learning that even when her heart breaks on the floor, someone will always come to lift her up.