Happy Birthday

Today, 40 years ago, I was born.
I have been reminiscing the many 'commas and punctuations' in my life since I could remember. Being that lone, naughty (according to my mom!) little kid, until the arrival of my first baby brother at 9 (he passed away before reaching one when I was 10); entering primary school at 7; going to boarding school at 13; came back home mentally scarred at 14 (another statistics of boarding school ragging); making amends by going to another boarding school at 16; achieving some kind of teenage independence by 18; entering college life after that, meeting my future significant other along the way; went to the States at 20; getting married at 23; start working and my first daughter at 24, first son at 26, second daughter at 28, third daughter at 29, second son at 31; finally moved to a new home at 33 and at the same time resigning from my first job; landed my most satisfying job at 35; get my hands into self employment at 37 before going away overseas at 38; and the last 2 years of self discoveries.
I am still discovering myself, writing and composing new paragraphs from the endless chapters in my life book.

Valentine