This morning, I dreamed of my mum giving birth (At this age ?!?!?!?!) to a baby boy. And surprisely for me who never like kids at all, have fun cuddling him. He has a very cute way of giggling and that lighten me up for whatever reason. I remember holding up the baby's tiny foot up, so damn cute! It makes me wish that my mum should have given birth to my brother now rather than 16 years ago when I'm a jealousy brat whose world only contained my mum, the tv and my toys and no others!