Monika: (softly) Oh, my sweet Minika, what's the matter? Why don't you want your milk? Minika: (crying) Monika: (trying to soothe Minika) Shh, baby, it's okay. I'm here, I'll figure out what you need. Let's try something else, how about a little bit of warm water? Minika: (continues crying) Monika: (concerned) Okay, that didn't work either. Maybe you're not hungry. Could it be something else? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Minika: (grumbling) Monika: (gently feeling Minika's tummy) Oh, I see. Is your tummy hurting, my love? Maybe it's gas. Let me try rubbing your little belly to help you feel better. Minika: (quiets down slightly) Monika: (whispering) That's it, sweetie. Let's see if that helps. Mommy's here, and I won't stop until you're happy. Minika: (sniffles) Monika: (trying a different approach) How about we change your diaper, my precious? Maybe that's what's bothering you. Minika: (whimpers) Monika: (realizing something) Ah, I think I know what you want, my clever little girl. You want mommy's warm embrace, don't you? Minika: (softens and reaches her tiny arms out) Monika: (grinning) Of course, my love. Come here, my sweet Minika. Mommy's always here for you. (Monika picks up Minika and holds her close, gently rocking her back and forth. Gradually, Minika's cries subside, replaced by contented little coos.) Monika: (whispering) There, there, my precious. Mommy loves you more than anything. Thank you for letting me hold you.