His mother had left. He couldn’t know why, but the absence of her love left a deep ache, a hollow sadness that seemed too vast for his tiny heart to bear. Perhaps she had no choice, perhaps life had been too hard for her to handle, but all the baby knew was that she was gone. The once comforting rhythm of her presence, like a lullaby that soothed him to sleep, had vanished. The silence that filled the void was thick with confusion and pain.
There is something uniquely heartbreaking about the sadness of a child, especially one so small. The world is new to them, filled with wonder and curiosity. But when a child is abandoned, when the first taste of life is filled with loss, it leaves scars that words cannot heal. The baby’s cries for his mother had grown weaker over time, as if even his small voice was giving up, understanding in its own way that no one was coming.
