The first cry in greeting this world that one was born into, the first sight in seeing one’s mother’s face for the very first time
The first spoken word in saying “dada”, the first step taken in walking this path of life
Plus many more, all are held with a special place in one’s heart and in the hearts of the beloved ones.
In every life event, there is an association of persons and/or places. Among those, there are the first and the second, the following and the next, the before and the after; either continue on or being interrelated to one another.
Just as the scenery began to fade and people faces became vague, one can still picture the details and be thankful for what events have had happening.
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My first car, my first job, my first home; I remember them well.
Whether it’s my angst in getting back to driving again after four years of college, my mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness on the first day at work or my contentment while moving into my new house, I remember them all.
Although it was a considerable milestone to accomplish all those “firsts” before the age of twenty five, my mother had reminded me otherwise. It’s my teacher whom I should find in giving thanks and paying respect to; because without my teacher’s lasting contribution in teaching me the basic concepts at the very beginning of my educational life, I’m not where I am today.
