I saw my colleagues youngest son today. He's so energetic and playful; he keeps running around and he's not shy around other people. He's talkative and even though you don't understand what he's trying to tell you, he would tell you the story anyway. He's a good kid and I think he'll be a heart breaker someday.
As I watch him skip and run about, I was filled with a longing of having a child. And when I saw him hold his mom's hand, envy strangely crept in me. I've always dreamed of having a kid of my own.
The nurturing side in me once again aches.
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