Eating.

Eating. That is the verb that circled ’round my brain today. I was thinking back to long ago. As far as my mind would travel.
Thinking of what I was first taught, first led to do.
Eat. That was it. Eat.
I do not know my birth mother. But I do know that I wasn’t taught to breathe that first breath. Sneeze that first sneeze. Cry those first tears. Cough that first cough. Eliminate that first, well…you get the idea.
The first thing I had to be shown, taught even, was to eat. I’m not sure when that was. If it was a rubber or flesh flavored nipple.
But I’m thinking that I’ve been trying to perfect that one task ever since. The first thing that was left up to another human being to teach me, I’ve perfected over the years. No, not the nipple thing, the eating thing.
I can eat, I can savor, I can enjoy, taste, revel and spew the thing that someone, somewhere, first taught me.
I miss my heritage. I feel alone at the dinner table. Should I be eating pita and hummus? Or corn and flatbread?
I guess it just doesn’t matter to anyone but me.
I’ll keep eating. All foods, all flavors, all regions, all countries. Because that’s the first thing that I needed another human for. And if I have to walk the plank, matey, I’ll not do it with an empty stomach. Nope. Because someone, somewhere, taught me to eat.
Most appreciated, whomever you are.

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