Every Beginning...

Every beginning is a first.

When you begin to live, you take your first breath. You made a cry, your first, and at a few months time you moved towards the jingling toy at the corner of the room, which is the first time you discovered movement. You walked your first step towards the outstretched hands of your parents, you said “No” as your first word, and flu is your first illness. Your first broccoli tasted bad, your first cartoon show was Thundercats which you watched over your first visit to Uncle Jims, and your first picture was a jagged circle with two dots and a curvy line (you point it as dad). Your first friend shared a pencil with you at primary one, your first teacher taught you how to write A and the ant which you squished deliberately under your shoe became the first thing you killed. You had your first sweet, your first candy, your first packet of potato crisp, your first attempt at smoking (which caused you to choke like a wizened old man breathing refrigerator air) and your first tuna sandwich.

The first time you cursed was at your classmate, and it was “fuck”. The first time you punched someone was that time, too. Your first kiss came years later, when you were at high school, and thereafter came your first relationship and your first sexual intercourse. Your first serious job began as a telemarketer, and your first really serious job was a promoter at South City Plaza, in which you got your first salary, and a burger became the first thing you bought with your first salary. Your 5^th relationship became your first marriage. Your 7^th relationship caused your first divorce. You had your first child. You had your first student in life. You went to Berlin for the first time when you were 40.

And then you died your first death.

Which wasn’t your first.