#NSTviral: Young boy's bond with 'Appa' next door melts hearts online
In the clip, the man lovingly picks the boy up and carries him in his arms, walking together towards their homes after the boy's "amma" playfully teased him, saying that his "appa" had gone to work.
She then pretended to run away, prompting the boy to chase after her — only to stop midway and return to his appa at their house, much to her amusement.
"Now appa is Adam's (the boy) favourite," read the caption in the video.
"That moment was truly touching. Though they share no blood relation, their love goes beyond biology — no racial divide, just a pure and sincere emotional bond," a commenter wrote, noting the connection that transcends race and background.
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