One morning, a little before lunchtime, when I was about 5 years old... my mother bought a basketball jersey for me and my brother. Both of us are considered "bunso" of the family so whatever my brother get...I got to have one, too. We were so excited about it that we wore it as soon as it reached our hands. I even imagine myself as one of those basketball players I've seen on T.V. I was so happy. My brother get to have the blue jersey and I get to have the orange one. That was my first jersey. I always smile whenever I remember that moment. After lunch we all prepare ourselves for siesta. One of my sisters (who used to be the youngest girl in the family when I wasn't born yet) and my brother decided to play a little more and went to the upper deck of our bed. I stayed on the lower bunk and continue to imagine myself as one of those basketball stars. I suddenly noticed a small string on my jersey and asked myself why is it there. I decided to pull it, never thought ...