My Entry in Writing Contest.

The First Time He Breathe Air.

No, he didn’t go anywhere. Heck, where can he go? With his past always shadowing him. But one day, he went with his gut and rode on his motorcycle, the first time he will be seeing a light. He came across a village and see smiling faces everywhere. He was greeted, he felt warm inside for the first time. All the strolling made him tired so he parked his motorbike near a man of 50’s.

“You lost son?” The man asked him.

“I don’t know, maybe.”

The man in red polo smiled at him. “Well, judging by your face it looks like this is the first time you breathe in years. I hope this will continue for you.”

A look of confusion etched on his face but didn’t respond and simply smiled to the old man.

He was about to go but suddenly the old man spoke, “How about we take a picture of this moment eh?”

Without a word, the old man took out his camera and asked a passerby to take a picture of them.

The old man looked at the young boy again and said, “Capture this moment… your first breath of life son.”