Poor little baby Tobias, so tiny and innocent, yet his days seem filled with sadness instead of joy. From the moment he opens his eyes in the morning, he looks around, hoping for his mom’s warmth, but Mama Toma only sits aside, looking bored, tired, and uncaring. Tobias crawls close, reaching for her, making soft cries for comfort, yet Toma barely moves, her eyes staring far away as if she doesn’t care. The baby’s little hands tremble, his eyes wet with tears, calling for love he never receives.
Every time Tobias tries to play, Toma pushes him away gently, not harshly but coldly, as if she wants to be left alone. The other babies nearby laugh and climb with their moms, while Tobias only watches, lonely in the corner. His heart seems to understand that something is missing—something deep and painful. He wants to feel loved, to be hugged, but instead he finds distance and silence.
Sometimes Tobias cries loudly, his tiny body shaking, calling “help… help…” as if begging the world to notice his pain. Toma glances at him briefly, but her heart seems locked, lost in boredom or frustration. She doesn’t know how much the little one suffers in those quiet moments. Each tear from Tobias tells a story—a story of longing, of needing care that never comes.
It’s heartbreaking to watch such a small baby grow up without joy, without affection. Tobias deserves happiness, gentle hands, and warmth. But for now, he only has loneliness beside a mother too tired to care. The world around continues, but Tobias’s silent cry still echoes—pleading softly, “Help me… help…”
