The peaceful atmosphere of the morning was shattered by a heartbreaking cry. Little Million lay trembling on the ground, her small body weakened by a terrible wound on her tiny head. The injury had left her dizzy and unable to stand firmly. Every time she tried to move, her fragile legs wobbled, and she would collapse again with a faint whimper. The once lively and curious baby now looked so fragile, her eyes dull with pain and exhaustion.
Nearby, Daniela sat watching her dearest friend with deep sorrow. Tears streamed down her face as she softly called out Million’s name again and again, her voice cracking from despair. She couldn’t understand why such suffering had befallen Million. Daniela gently reached out her tiny hands to touch Million’s fur, as though her warmth could somehow heal the pain. But Million could barely lift her head, only letting out a soft cry that made Daniela’s heart break even more.
As the minutes passed, Daniela’s crying grew louder and more desperate. She sobbed until her small voice grew hoarse, each sound thinner than the last, until only silent gasps came out. Her whole little body shook from the effort, from the fear of losing Million. The other babies watched quietly from a distance, sensing the deep sadness filling the air.
Million lay still, her breathing shallow. Daniela curled up beside her, refusing to leave, even when her own tears had dried and her voice was gone. All she could do was stay close, hoping Million could feel her love. It was a scene of pure heartbreak—two tiny souls bound by love, facing the cruel weight of pain together.
