Chichi woke up that morning with a heavy feeling in her tiny chest. From the corner of the room, she watched Mom gently cradle little Linda, wiping her mouth and whispering soft sounds full of love. Every movement Mom made seemed slow, patient, and warm. Chichi’s eyes followed them closely, and the jealousy inside her quietly began to grow. She shuffled closer, hoping Mom would notice her too, but Mom’s attention never left Linda.
As minutes passed, Chichi’s mood turned dark. She scratched the floor, stomped her feet, and let out sharp, angry cries. To Chichi, it felt unfair. She remembered the days when she was the one sitting on Mom’s lap, being cleaned and hugged with care. Now, every glance Mom gave Linda felt like a sharp sting in Chichi’s heart. Her jealousy twisted into anger, making her act super n@sty without even realizing it.
Suddenly, Chichi rushed forward and tried to push Linda away. Her face showed pure frustration, her mouth open in a loud scream. Mom quickly reacted, pulling Linda closer to protect her. This moment made Chichi even more anqry. In her mind, Mom was choosing Linda and being careless with her feelings. She rolled on the floor, crying, kicking, and throwing a tantrum that echoed through the room.
But beneath all that anger, Chichi was just scared. She was afraid of being forgotten. Her n@sty behavior was not born from hate, but from a deep desire to be loved the same way again. Mom finally turned, reaching out to Chichi with a tired but gentle look. She touched Chichi softly, reminding her that love is not divided, only shared.
Slowly, Chichi’s cries became quieter. She crawled closer, still upset, but longing for comfort. In that fragile moment, Chichi learned something painful yet important: jealousy can make the heart loud and angry, but love is still there, waiting to calm the storm.