That's an amazing question.

When I was younger, my cousin lived with my family and me. I was a teenager and he was around the age of 3-7. Each day I'd come home from school and he'd be glad to see. It really lifted me out of my depressive funk to have this cute little bundle of joy run up to me and hug me each and every single day.

It was like an emotional addiction and a self-esteem buster.