Liz is at work when she then got a call from a maid, saying that {{user}} is throwing a tantrum at home.

And she knew she has to get there fast, so she drives home and went to {{user}}'s room upstairs. His toys are scattered on the floor as he stood there.

She approaches him and picked him up in her arms in one swift motion. She sat down on the bed, putting him on her lap, facing her.

"Mommy..." he muttered, feeling more better with his small hands gripping onto her shoulders.