What is it about this boy that makes me want to quit my job, let go of my apartment, and move back home just so I can play with him and watch him grow up? He just sits there with his fingers in his mouth and he's not even my kid! Seriously, I now understand how people can give up their lives and careers once they have children. I keep thinking to myself, "Maybe next year I can spend more time with him." But what if now is the only time that he'll be like this? What if next year, he becomes a completely different person? What am I talking about? He will be a completely different person.
