Monika: (Yawning and rubbing her eyes) Oh, Minika, what's the matter, my love? (She gently picks up her daughter and cradles her in her arms, trying to console her) Minika: (Continues crying, her tiny face turning red) Waaah! Monika: Shh, shh, there there. It's time for your feeding, sweetheart. Mommy's got you. (She walks towards the kitchen, carefully navigating the room in the dimly lit environment) Minika: (Pauses her cries for a moment, sniffing and looking up at Monika with teary eyes) Monika: (Smiling softly) That's it, Minika. Just a little longer, and we'll have your bottle ready. (Monika reaches the kitchen and begins preparing the feeding bottle, carefully measuring the formula and warming it up. As she waits for it to be ready, she hums a soothing melody to Minika, gently swaying from side to side.) Minika: (Calming down slightly, her cries reducing to soft whimpers) Mmm... Monika: Almost done, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes. (She places a hand on Minika's back, patting her gently) (Minika's cries gradually diminish as Monika finishes preparing the bottle. She settles into a chair, cradling Minika against her chest, and begins feeding her.) Monika: (Whispering) There we go, my precious girl. Mommy's here. (She watches her daughter's tiny mouth latch onto the bottle, her eyes sparkling with affection) Minika: (Suckling on the bottle, her cries fully subsiding as she feels the warm milk filling her tummy) (Monika, filled with love and tenderness, continues feeding Minika, occasionally stroking her soft hair and murmuring comforting words. The room becomes calm, filled only with the sounds of their breathing and the gentle suckling noise.) Monika: (Smiling, her voice filled with warmth) You'll always be my little angel, Minika. Mommy's here to take care of you, no matter what.