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And come into the world, she did.
In an instant, everything changed.

Her first breath was taken in a cry of hello to the world. Hello to the new things and the wonders that her soul had been waiting for. This day. Oh, this day marked the time that she could now feel the warmth of the bodies she had kicked rapidly at! Oh, and she had kicked. Kicked against brothers and sisters in the way, and kicked against the belly of mama desperately. Her favorite, when this loud thunder came close to her. She cried so loud and intensely to give greetings so many times that it was a wonder when her lungs would give out.

When helpless on her back, the cries she spewed out as her mothers tongue hit her were the result of a giggle wishing to learn how to sound. Wish! She wished! One day, she would learn how to wish more, and how to crawl, how to walk, how to run, how to leap!

It wasn't the want of wishing to be sheltered again, but this beating in her stomach that told her to crawl! Nestled to drink from the life that gave her life, the soft music of the earths vibrations taught her how to be still.

To be born was to begin to know hunger. And if ever from now Atausiq could recall that day, her first memory would be to then remember not wanting to feel such a way, after the vicious pang in her belly—

And then it was to know cold. That feeling was over in near an instant, when the third thing that she came to know was to be loved—and the fourth, perhaps to feel it.

Something brought this hunger and this cold to an end. And Atausiq lastly, on the first day, knew what it was to feel content as she suckled loudly at her mothers teat. She was comfortably nestled between her litter mates, but this teat was hers—she claimed it with kicks and happy crocodilian death rolls to push anyone else away from what was hers.

The most of her being was frightened wriggling and ferocious drinking. Mama's belly was kneaded firmly, and the stillness did not last long. When her head released, the cries from her mouth were riddled with confusion. Hello! And many things too said goodbye, like how air greeted her skin and fled quickly after. How the warmth of breathe came and went. How when she stopped drinking, her belly still was filled with hunger.

She often let go of mama and did nothing but wail.