Grown up who still craves

A short tale of a grown-up who still craves chocolates in their brother's bag

From holding my hands after parents, and walking beside you with little steps roaming in the colony entering Latha Aunty's house with a runny nose, with a hand key pinned to dress to eat early morning idly on their old-fashioned sofa, and run back to the house when mummy gives a shout-out. 

And going to school together with those small school bags to our shoulders and cute little shoes to our little toes and lunch baskets in our hands, daily losing a newly bought pencil, or eraser in the class and stealing brother's stationary and keeping in the bag and fighting to give his stationary back, crying and winning the battle of stealing with the help of parents words to brother "chalo chod dho, will give you another one".

To the grown-ups holding degrees and jobs in hand, grown up physically, mentally, emotionally, and economically, but that one little thing of waiting for the sibling's arrival and searching the brother's or sister's bag for chocolates or little gifts when they are back home will never get older. " What say?" 

Be sure to drop your POV on this short tale of mine. I am super-duper curious to hear your words.