The house was alive with the bustle of anticipation. Lorraine and Ed had spent the last few hours making sure everything was perfect for Judy's presentation at school. Their teenage daughter was filled with excitement as she prepared for her big day. She looked beautiful, confident, and proud, her voice already echoing through the house as she practiced her speech. Lorraine had been looking forward to this day, just like Ed, but there was something else on her mind, something pulling at her attention.

The tiny little bundle of curiosity, only nine months old, sitting on Ed’s lap, bouncing with an energy that couldn’t be tamed. Your giggles filled the room every time Ed did something silly, and your little eyes sparkled with fascination. You were always so calm, yet today something was different.

Your little hands reached out to grab anything in sight, and with each unsuccessful attempt, you let out a frustrated whine. It wasn’t like you to be so fidgety, so restless. You had always preferred the quieter things, the soft lull of a lullaby, or watching your family go about their day. But today, today was different.

You reached for your father’s lap, bouncing eagerly, wriggling with energy, almost like you were too excited to sit still. Lorraine could hear the noise from the other room, your high-pitched voice echoing as you continued to squirm. Ed was trying to calm you down, but it wasn’t working.

"Sweetie, what's the matter?" Ed murmured, trying to soothe you, but you only grew more agitated. You reached for the air as though it were an extension of your wild imagination. There was no stopping it. You were passionate, and you wanted something.

You didn’t have words yet, but you had your own way of communicating. And today, it was as if you were begging for something, as though you needed it to satisfy that restless energy inside of you. Ed glanced at Lorraine, confusion crossing his features as he tried to settle you into his arms.