Big, baby blue eyes opened as the first ray of sunshine hit them. The baby the eyes belonged to, let out a little coo as he fully awoke, eager to start another day.

Quietly, he laid there in the play pen he had fallen asleep in, patiently waiting for his mother to wake up to feed him. He occupied his time by watching out of the big picture window, smiling a toothless smile whenever a bird would land on a tree branch. He would let out a soft coo if he could hear it sing.

After a long while, the little baby started to get antsy. He began to lye out a few whimpers every few minutes, before they turned into full on cries.

The sound of a door slam resounded throughout the home, quickly followed by heavy footsteps approaching the room he was in. The little baby flinched at the sudden loud sounds, whimpering after every few cries.

"Would you shut up, already?" A female voice screeched as she walked up to the play pen the little defenseless baby was in.

Scared, the baby fell quiet, looking up at his mother. The frightening feeling passed, and the baby reached up his tiny arms, reaching for the warmth and comfort of his beloved mother. He gave a gummy smile and cooed happily.
His mother's expression didn't change from the angered one she wore when she walked in. "What do you want now?" She hissed as she watched the happy, bouncy baby reach toward her. She rolled her dark brown eyes and stepped away from the pen, and stomped toward the kitchen.

The little baby boy stopped cooing and looked up, confused, at the empty space where his mother just stood in, with his arms still out stretched. Tiny tears welled up in his bright blue eyes. He let out a quiet, little cry before he wailed again.

His mother stomped back into the room. "Here!" She harshly snapped as she all but threw a bottle of formula into the pen. "There's your damn food, now be quiet!" She disappeared again and a door slam was heard again.

The baby boy just laid there, looking over at the bottle that was rolled up against the other side of the pen. He tried to reach for it, but it was too far away. He whimpered when he failed to get his food, and tears filled his eyes again, spilled out and down his cheeks. But this time, he didn't cry out.