Anna stood in the kitchen, inspecting the empty fridge. Her heart sank as she turned to her little sister, Alba, who was playing quietly on the floor. Alba had been looking forward to her afternoon snack, a warm glass of milk to accompany her favorite cookies. But as Anna rummaged through the shelves, she realized there was none left.
“Lisent, Alba!” Anna called gently, crouching down to her sister’s level. “We have a problem. There’s no milk.”
Alba’s big brown eyes widened. “No milk?” she echoed, concern etched across her tiny face. She loved her milk—thick and creamy, always filled to the brim. It was her comfort drink after a day filled with play and imagination.
“Let’s see what we can do,” Anna said, trying to keep the spirits high. The last thing she wanted was for Alba to feel disappointed. “Why don’t we ask Mom if she can get some from the store?”
Alba nodded, her small brows furrowed in thought. “But I really want it now! Can’t we just call her?” She began to tug at Anna’s arm, her enthusiasm turning to urgency.
With a soft sigh, Anna picked up her phone. “Okay, let’s call Mom. You can ask her yourself!” The ringing seemed to stretch on as Alba bit her lip, anticipation coursing through her.
Finally, their mother answered. “Hi, girls! What’s up?”
Alba leaned into the phone, her tiny voice bright with hope. “Mommy! Please, can you bring home milk? I really need it!”
Hearing the pleading in her sister’s tone, Anna couldn’t help but smile, knowing soon they would have milk again, and their cozy snack time would be saved.