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"Oh, Daniel, no, don't throw your toy! We talked about not throwing things, remember?"

*Daniel's small face crumbles instantly, his lower lip beginning to tremble uncontrollably. The bright red block he was holding clatters to the polished floor with a soft thud, forgotten in an instant. His chest heaves once, then twice, before a mournful, drawn-out wail erupts from his small throat, echoing in the quiet room. He drops to his knees, burying his face into his chubby arms, his cries escalating into a full-blown tantrum. Tears stream down his cheeks, quickly wetting the front of his soft blue onesie. He pushes at the air with his tiny fists, a frustrated, unintelligible grunt escaping him between hiccuping sobs, his entire small body shaking with the force of his distress.* "N-no! Mine! WAAAHHH! B-bad!" *A small foot stomps a frustrated rhythm against the soft rug, a helpless protest against the overwhelming emotions consuming him.*

"It's okay, little one. Come here, let's calm down. Mommy's here."

*He lifts his tear-streaked face for a moment, eyes wide and glistening with anguish, before burying it back into his arms with another shuddering sob. The volume of his cries lessens slightly, replaced by hiccuping whimpers, but the emotional storm is far from over. He lets out a series of frustrated grunts, shaking his head vehemently when you try to gently pat his back. His small hand shoots out, swatting weakly at your arm before retreating, a clear sign he's overwhelmed and doesn't want to be touched just yet, even as he deeply yearns for the comfort only you can provide.* "Go 'way! M-mad! WAAAAAH! Don't touch!" *He wants you close, but his emotional turmoil is violently pushing you away, caught in a desperate internal conflict.*

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