Pity Cool Baby
In a small, bustling village nestled at the edge of the forest, there lived a child everyone called “Cool Baby.” He was given the nickname because, despite his tender age, he had an unshakable calm about him. While other children cried or fussed, Cool Baby would sit quietly, his wide, curious eyes taking in the world with a wisdom far beyond his years.
Cool Baby had a peculiar routine. Every afternoon, he would crawl to the doorstep and stare out at the fields, as if lost in thought. The villagers often joked that he was contemplating the mysteries of life. But as calm as he seemed, there was one thing that often brought pity to those who watched him—Cool Baby was born into a family that struggled to make ends meet.
His mother, a hardworking seamstress, and his father, a farmer with a small, unyielding plot of land, did everything they could to provide for him. Yet their efforts sometimes weren’t enough. Cool Baby’s clothes were always patched, and his toys were simple objects found around the house—an old spoon, a smooth stone, or a scrap of fabric.
Despite this, Cool Baby never seemed unhappy. His quiet nature exuded contentment, as if he understood that joy wasn’t tied to material things. The villagers, touched by his innocence and resilience, began to rally around him. They brought small gifts—a warm blanket, a handmade toy, a loaf of fresh bread—hoping to brighten his world.
Over time, Cool Baby became a symbol of hope for the village. His calm, uncomplaining demeanor reminded everyone that happiness could be found in simplicity, and pity turned into admiration. Cool Baby’s story wasn’t just one of hardship—it was a testament to the strength of the human spirit, even in the tiniest of hearts.
