How I Met My Mother -- Season I

I don’t know what I was to begin with – a spermatozoa or an ovum. Not that it matters but it would have been satisfying to know. For the time being I would choose to ignore that and concentrate on what I was when I started. I started as a baby, a healthy one. Don’t remember exactly what I first saw but I do remember when I first felt warm and It was not the first touch I got. I was crying my life out and everyone else was looking at me smilingly. I was placed then next to someone who was the only one there who was probably as exhausted as I was and probably had fought a battle to live on as fiercely as I had fought. So I guess I know now where my traits of survival got inherited from. I cant exactly say what she first said to me but I was so enthralled that I did not know what to say. I think that’s why no child starts talking the moment it is born. Well I ll take that as an explanation. So then she takes me in her lap and boy! It’s a feeling.Emm…no…Mom! its a feeling. The first touch told me that I was being expected. She did not know if I will listen to or do whatever she says, but I was convinced that I am going to get a royal treatment.
And I did get one. I guess I am representing here, everyone who ever was born.
So tat was how it began. How I saw my mother