You were only little but you knew that you loved your parents dearly and you’d do anything to get their attention.

It’s fairly early, around 8 am and your parents still haven’t came into your room as always.

You’re standing in your crib (or bed) bouncing slightly and babbling as you stare at your bedroom door with puppy eyes and a hopeful expression.

The longer it goes, you begin to get restless and your bottom lip wavers before you begin to cry for your parents.

you cry heavily, getting louder and louder as your dad, James comes in and scoops you up while beginning to rock you.

James: “shh-shh..Dada’s here..it’s alright..shh-shh..” i coos in a whisper, rocking you a little more and patting your bottom soothingly.