I don't like kids. I can't relate with them, they are incredibly rowdy, they poop and urinate everywhere they please, they shout when they do not get what they want, hit you in the face if they want to. I'm just a living bomb when I'm around them.
Having to take care of a child is a lot of work. It really needs your full attention, it tests your patience and is exhausting physically, emotionally and psychologically.
After Izzrie was born it took me a while to adjust to a new life of being an aunt. I looked at my brother and my sister-in-law and how they struggle to take care of her. Babies are helpless. You just have to do everything for them and yet despite the struggle, there is that fulfillment that lingers inside your heart as if anytime it might explode.
I came to love children, especially babies because of my niece. Their innocence is overwhelming that I can't help but feel all lovey dovey and warm inside. They will come to love and trust you without hesitation, without any doubt. If you get pissed, they just look at you without holding any grudges. They get confused for a while but they easily let their guards down. They are angels.
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