Poor little Linda looked so pitiful that day. From the moment she woke up, she seemed restless, her tiny eyes searching everywhere as if she was afraid of being left behind. When she saw Mom move away, Linda suddenly started running as fast as her little legs could carry her. Her steps were unsteady, but her heart was full of urgency. She didn’t want to be alone—not even for a second.
Linda tried to catch up, letting out small cries as she ran. Her tiny arms stretched forward, hoping for comfort and warmth. In her desperation, she jumped up high, trying to reach Mom, forgetting how fragile and small she really was. For a brief moment, it looked like she was flying, driven only by love and fear.
But then, everything happened too fast.
Linda lost her balance and fell hard onto the floor. The sound was soft, but the pain was real. She froze for a second, shocked by what had just happened. Then the tears came pouring out. She cried loudly, her little body trembling as she lay there, helpless and scared. It was heartbreaking to watch such a small soul experience such a big fear.
Mom rushed back immediately, lifting Linda gently into her arms. Linda clung tightly, refusing to let go, her tiny fingers gripping Mom’s clothes as if her life depended on it. Her cries slowly turned into soft sobs, her head resting against Mom’s chest. All she wanted was reassurance—that she was safe, loved, and not alone.
The room grew quiet as Linda calmed down. Her eyes were still wet, but her breathing slowly became steady. The fall may have hurt her body, but the fear of being separated hurt her heart even more.
This moment reminded everyone just how vulnerable little Linda is. Behind her playful running and brave jumps is a baby who only wants love and closeness. Poor, pitiful Linda didn’t mean to fall—she was just running toward the one place where she feels safe.