Becoming a Grandpa

   I was waiting for the bus to leave. There were only two passengers in that bus, and the driver was smoking outside near the bus with the engine on. I was staring at straight in front through the window to look around a scenery of the bus terminal. It was not crowded nor empty, just enough to give me some kind of thoughts to get connected and concentrated. All of sudden, something came up to me that I was whispering to myself "It would be physically adorable and mentally lovely if I have an own grandchild." It was too strange to grasp this idea because I have never thought of this before. And I haven't been a kid lover myself by all means. I looked around to see anyone telling me this story. What I found was that I was all by myself. I tried to figure out where this one came from and why I got into this mood. Although I was not embarrased at all, I couldn't help myself telling me that things would change a lot even before I have realized.

   It was a slice of the moment to get hooked to something that I've never imagined before. And I was violently shaking my head asking myself to wake up in the fantasy. 

   And the reality came in to recall how much I have cared for my daughter long time ago.