It was a quiet afternoon when Cutis returned home, humming a cheerful tune after playing outside. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and pink. Everything felt normal—until he stepped into the house.
“Mom?” Cutis called out, placing his little bag by the door. There was no answer.
A strange feeling crept into his heart. Usually, his mom would greet him with a warm smile or a gentle hug. But today, the house was unusually silent. Cutis slowly walked into the living room, his tiny footsteps echoing on the floor.
That’s when he saw her.
His mom was sitting on the couch, holding her head with one hand, her face pale and tired. She didn’t even notice Cutis at first.
“Mom, are you okay?” Cutis asked softly, his voice filled with worry.
His mom looked up, forcing a small smile. “Oh, Cutis… you’re home. I’m okay, just a little headache,” she said, though her voice sounded weak.
Cutis didn’t feel convinced. He had never seen his mom like this before. His heart began to race as confusion filled his mind. What had happened? Why didn’t she look well?
Without saying anything else, Cutis rushed to the kitchen. He remembered something his mom once told him—when someone isn’t feeling well, a glass of water can help. Carefully, he poured a glass and brought it back, trying not to spill a drop.
“Here, Mom… drink this,” he said, holding it out with both hands.
His mom smiled more genuinely this time and took the glass. “Thank you, my sweet child.”
Cutis sat beside her, gently holding her hand. Even though he didn’t fully understand what was happening, he knew one thing—he wanted to be there for her.
As the evening grew darker, the little house slowly felt warm again, not because everything was perfect, but because of Cutis’s quiet love and care. Sometimes, even without understanding, being there is enough.
