Chichi woke up already in tr0uble that morning. Her tiny hands reached for the milk bottle she always kept close, the one that made her feel safe when the house felt too big and noisy. But before she could grab it, Pavpav’s sharp eyes noticed the bottle first. In one quick move, he sn@tched it away, hugging it to his chest like a prize. Chichi froze, then her face crumpled with shock.
She followed him across the floor, making soft, pleading sounds, stretching her arms and begging with her eyes. The bottle wasn’t just milk to her—it was comfort, warmth, and a reminder that she was loved. Pavpav, feeling mischievous and a little jealous, turned back suddenly. In the chaos, he gave her a quick sl@p, not hard, but enough to scare her. Chichi fell back, stunned more than hurt.
For a moment, the room went quiet except for Chichi’s cry. She sat on the floor, eyes wide and watery, her small body shaking with confusion. Why was she being pushed away when all she wanted was her bottle? The sound of her crying made even Pavpav pause. His playful mood vanished when he saw her trembling there.
Chichi slowly crawled toward the corner, curling in on herself. Her pity was heartbreaking—such a small soul facing big emotions she couldn’t understand. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked up again, still hoping someone would help her.
Seeing this, Pavpav’s shoulders dropped. He looked at the bottle, then back at Chichi. Guilt replaced his earlier excitement. After a few seconds, he walked over and placed the bottle near her, stepping back quietly. Chichi hesitated, then reached out, pulling it close like a treasure.
As she drank, her breathing calmed. The tears stopped, replaced by tired blinks. The tr0uble had passed, leaving behind a lesson even Pavpav seemed to learn. Sometimes, a small act can cause big pain, and kindness is always stronger than teasing.