We hear him come out, he starts looking around. Again, he knows the car is there. He looks our direction…did I make a noise??? He starts walking towards us. Oh no, what now?
We shuffle. He starts to run towards us, so Mom yells “run”. We do. We run and run, but he eventually catches us…he always does.
The sight of this little boy bothered me and I have a mix feeling of being jealous and nostalgic. Jealous in the sense that he is still young and he has ample opportunities to take the right steps. I felt nostalgic in the sense that I wished to go back to the past to make necessary adjustments, amendments and corrections which is impossible to attain and achieve.