The First Trust – a short story

A father stood in the garden, gently tossing his baby into the air. Each time, the child burst into giggles, eyes sparkling with joy. To an onlooker, it was just a game, but hidden in that laughter was something deeper—trust. The baby knew, without doubt, that those strong arms would catch them, every single time. No fear, no hesitation—just pure faith. It wasn’t taught; it was felt. In that simple act, a bond of unwavering belief was shown.

Frankly speaking, the trust, in its purest form, begins this way—with open arms, joyful hearts, and the unshakable certainty that love will never let go.