My Kind of Happiness

Talking about that cute little thing with so many moods. Moods are bigger than his existence and the range of full emotions changing continuously throughout the day.

Being an aunt of such a cute thing is a blessing. The bundle of happiness when came into my life I felt happy tremors in my body and there was an incredible thought circling in my mind that now I have someone in front of whom or with whom I can do my all kiddish things candidly. He says whatever he wants giving names to every creature. My names to him are "anaaa nanaa".

It's a very cheerful thing that whenever you enter his house he screams your name loudly. The most precious blood relation for whom you can go to different shops and spend hours doing shopping for him. My relation with him is of aunt and nephew but the role I'm playing for him is of a best friend. He gets angry with his mother, comes to me, and talks a lot in his cute language and I silently listen to him for hours and cheer him up to make his mood happy. Also whenever I get upset or sad, I just hold him in my arms and play for a long time. 

He makes my day, makes me happy and I come satisfied with life after spending time with him. Aunt can be the hidden teacher, friend, classmate, and mother of her nephew and this is the best thing I like about myself that I'm all of these at one time.

Being an aunt of the cutest boy is priceless!

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  1. Indeed, kids live in a unique word of innocence, purity and love. When we spend time with them we can experience such feelings upto great extent. Let me know if you would like to write about education niche for my blog allgoodschools dot com... If interested, contact me via editor at dailytenminutes dot com

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