The Hardest Thing of My Everyday is to Tear Myself Away f...

The hardest thing of my everyday is to tear myself away from Paresh and unwrap Arrows tiny arms from around my neck, leaving him wailing as I run to catch up the daily chores and sprint to work. How do I make his small, innocent mind grasp the reality of how merciless time is? How do I tell him that the richest jewel I have and will ever wear is his arms around my neck and the best clothes I've ever worn is Paresh's arms on my shoulder.