I was having lunch at the food court at my work place with a colleague, when a young mother (in her 30s) tapped on my shoulder.

‘Hi! I was wondering if you could look after my daughter (about 5 years old) for 5 minutes while I bring my son to the Admissions?’ (I work in a hospital)

‘Sure, of course!’

‘Thank you!’ (turns to her daughter) ‘You sit here and eat your lunch ok? This AUNTY will look after you’

…

(I’m 25 and not even married)

That was the first time I was made to feel old.