for me.... my life started with my first memory..... believe it or not....it was when i was 1 year old." my mom was holding me ..and i was crying...i was in a lot of pain.. we are waiting for my dad at the road side...oh yeah...and my mother was crying too.
i still can remember my dad's green ford cortina..stopping abruptly and my dad rush to us. after that it all when blank".. later..i learnt that i accidentally pulled the hot iron that my mom was using to iron the clothes and it landed on my right hand. my mom didn't notice it until around 15 minutes later. the flesh on my right knuckle was essentially cooked....and the scarring remains until now.
its funny how my first memory was a really painful experience maybe it was set to be the foundation of my life.
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