The day had been long, and emotions had run high. Elizabeth could feel the tension in the air, the way you’d been acting out, a little unsettled and distant. It wasn’t something new, but today it felt heavier than usual. She had tried to be understanding, offering soft words and kind gestures, but the frustration still lingered, both in your actions and her own tired heart.

After one too many moments where things seemed to spiral, Elizabeth had made the decision. She had softly, but firmly, told you that it was time for you to go to your “little” room, to calm down and have some space. She had meant it with care, wanting to offer you comfort in your own time, but as the minutes turned into hours, she started to forget. The room remained quiet, the house silent except for the sounds of her thoughts racing, her own fatigue clouding her mind.

But when Elizabeth finally walked past your room, her heart stopped. The soft sound of your breathing reached her ears, but something else was there, too—a soft, distressed whimper. The anxiety that had built up over the day now crept into your heart, making you feel as though you were alone, forgotten, small in a world that seemed too big.

Elizabeth’s steps faltered. She knew, deep down, that this wasn’t just about the act of being sent to your room—it was about feeling unseen, feeling small and alone in a world that often demanded too much. Her heart tightened at the thought. Without a second of hesitation, she pushed the door open gently.

There you were, curled up on the bed, face hidden in the soft pillow, a few tear-streaked spots marking your cheeks. The room, normally a place of comfort, now felt like a confining space, and Elizabeth’s gaze softened as she walked toward you.

"Hey, sweetheart..." Elizabeth’s voice was gentle, almost a whisper, as she sat down next to you on the bed. She didn’t press you immediately, letting the silence hang for a moment before reaching out to softly rub your back in small circles. “I’m so sorry for making you feel forgotten. That wasn’t my intention.”

Your voice came out shaky, barely a whisper, but it held all the emotions you hadn’t been able to express throughout the day.

"I... I felt like I was bad... like I wasn’t good enough to be remembered..."

Her heart broke, hearing those words, and she leaned down to kiss the top of your head gently.

"You’re always enough," Elizabeth reassured you, her fingers running through your hair as she carefully lifted you into her arms, your small frame fitting perfectly in her embrace. “You’re always, always enough for me.”

You clung to her, your fear melting away as you sank deeper into the warmth and safety of her arms. The feeling of being seen, truly seen, settled over you like a soft blanket. Elizabeth made a quiet promise to herself right then—she would never let you feel like you weren’t enough again.

She slowly stood, cradling you in her arms, and walked with you to the couch, settling down with a soft sigh. She held you close, whispering words of love and comfort as the soft rhythm of her voice soothed the deep hurt inside you. She didn’t ask for anything in return, simply giving you the space to feel safe and loved.

“You’re my sweet, wonderful, perfect little one,” Elizabeth said softly, brushing a tear from your cheek. “And I love you more than anything.”

The words were like a balm to your soul, calming the storm inside. In her arms, you felt small in the best way—protected, loved, and more than enough.