He is not my child from my womb,
But he is like my child forever.
He came to me eight months old, his mother was busy and left him with me.
For someone just so little, he had a way with him, his pattering running, jumping on the bed, throwing the tennis ball in style. I could only look at wonder, his style and strength beyond age playing ball.
He is going to be three in a few months down the line, started kinder garden and has become a big boy almost. Every morning he runs in naked with his uniform in his hands, demands that I put it on for him.  He is adorable, loving, seeking and at the same time demanding of constant attention.
At present he comes daily looking out for me to play and teach and give him unconditional love. A few years down the line, when he is grown up, I won't find him running behind me calling out aunty, aunty.....
Until then I will be there for him, teasing and playing with him cause he has given me a joy which I didn't have, for I am single. He brightens up my day and I would do anything he asks from me, for he is just a child demanding his share of love and attention.
God Bless him.........