I wish they never grow up

My children. My life. My friends at home when their father is away for work. My companion when I watch the TV. They are my maid when I am tired at home. They entertain me on the phone when I am away at work. They make my blood pressure shoot up by calling me when they need to complain about each other.

Soon, they will be all grown up. Having their own life. Making decisions for themselves.

I dread the day they will leave home. When there will be no complains to hear. No maid to help around at home. I wish they will never grow up.