Hang on, buddy; she is coming back soon. The little white cloud whispered to the baby penguin, crying for food. His mommy is off hunting and is coming back soon; His daddy, who used to look after him, is away hunting, too.
Baby penguins are usually well-fed by their parents. When parents catch fish, they store it in their tummy, regurgitate it, and feed it to the baby. They go through this process regularly every day from the time their baby hatches from an egg.
Today, they are a bit late, and the white little cloud has been checking on the baby. Sometimes, it brings a nice shadow so the baby can sleep; other times, it sends a few drops of rain so the baby penguin can laugh.
The day turns into night, and the baby penguin’s parents haven’t returned. The next morning, the little white cloud has to be honest:
“Hello, sweet brave baby.
Your parents are not coming back.
No one can look after you but yourself.
I am your friend, but I’m up in the sky, and I cannot catch fish. I need you to get up and try.”
Baby penguin shed a tear and looked at his surroundings, where the sea looked so big and mysterious. After a short time, the baby penguin moved out of the nest, one step, two steps, then, fell on his face.
“No harm, it is all snow,” said the little white cloud.
Baby penguin curled in the snow. It was a nice feeling, but he could not stand up yet.
For days, he was curling around and picking small bites of whatever the tide brought.
Weak, scared, confused, but brave, Baby penguin managed to stand up after a couple of weeks.
The white little cloud sent him showers of rain as a greeting and said:
“You can do more, the sea is calling you, and you can do it.”
It was obvious that the only choice to survive was to learn, to challenge life, to accept difficulties, and to move beyond sadness and grief.
It was also clear that continuous effort brought good results.
But what was also clear was that the Baby penguin was only a baby gazing at the sea and did not know what to do—until a high wave came along and carried the lonely penguin into the sea.
The next day, the little white cloud disappeared, and the brave penguin came back to the nest with a fish.
We all have a little white cloud whispering inside our hearts to carry on, never give up, and believe in ourselves.
Keep it and be grateful for the blessing of hope.
