Lyly had been waiting all morning for her turn to go outside with Mom. She perched by the window, peeking through the glass, her little face pressed against it with anticipation. Usually, when Mom grabbed the basket or the leash, it meant an adventure—maybe a walk to the market, maybe a sunny afternoon in the garden. Lyly’s heart raced with excitement, certain today was her day.
But then came the surprise. Instead of calling her name, Mom bent down and picked up Tommy the cat. Tommy purred loudly, flicking his tail in triumph, while Mom gently tucked him into her arms. “Let’s go, Tommy,” Mom said cheerfully. Lyly’s smile instantly faded.
Her big eyes blinked in disbelief as the door closed behind them. Tommy? Really? She thought for sure Mom would choose her. Lyly crossed her arms, pouting with the deepest frown she could manage. She stomped her tiny feet on the floor and let out a frustrated squeak as if to say, “How could you forget me, Mom?”
From the window, Lyly watched as Tommy was carried outside, basking in the warm sunlight. He looked so smug, like he knew Lyly was watching. That only made her more jealous. She scratched lightly at the glass, then plopped herself down with a dramatic sigh.
When Mom finally returned, Lyly turned her head away, pretending not to care. But her mother knew. She scooped Lyly up, kissing her on the forehead. “Don’t be sad, my little girl. Tomorrow is your turn.”
Though still a little jealous, Lyly’s anger melted into Mom’s warm embrace. She hugged her tightly, her disappointment fading just a bit. Tommy might have gotten today’s adventure, but Lyly knew deep down—her time with Mom was coming, and nothing could replace that special bond.
For now, she just clung a little tighter, making sure Mom understood she would never settle for second place in her heart.
