The whole family watched the gift box with warm smiles on their faces. Spencer could sense that it seemed to contain something he wanted.
The little girl in the pink dress said excitedly, "Daddy, can I open it?"
"How about you guess? If you guess right, I'll let you open it!" The milkman wore a gentle smile.
"Is it something Daddy has always longed for?"
"Yes, you really are a clever little one. Mr. Spencer, if you don't mind, why don't you open it yourself and take a look?"
Curiosity and unease immediately welled up within Spencer. After hesitating for a moment, he was still unable to resist his curiosity and opened the box.
Whew!
He let out a sigh of relief.
Inside was a baby pacifier teether. It left him with an inexplicable sense of disappointment, yet also made him feel much more at ease.
He picked it up and put it into the baby's mouth.
Looking at the baby in his wife's arms, Spencer smiled. He felt a sense of belonging, a sense of responsibility.
Perhaps his existence was meant to raise this baby into adulthood. Oh, and the daughter beside him too.
This was the meaning of his existence.
"What an adorable baby!" Spencer reached out and pinched the child's cute cheek.
"No, let me remind you, Mr. Spencer. The thing you're touching isn't a baby. It's nowhere close to being a baby!" the milkman corrected him.
Spencer was amused by those absurd words and said speechlessly, "If this isn't a baby, then what is it?"
"A damned cat?"
"Perhaps you should touch it carefully and feel it with your heart!" The smile vanished from the milkman's face as he looked at the baby whose cheek Spencer was still pinching. "You should get to know it properly.