“Would you rather be the last car to *just* speed by on the first green signal or the first car to get a head-start on the second green signal?”.
My dad asked inquisitively, and out of nowhere, while we waited in our car for the light to turn from red to green.
We were on our way to the grocery store to fulfil our start-of-the-month grocery-buying chore.
“Last”, I responded immediately.
“Oh”.
He was kind of surprised.
The chorus of Fade to Black (we’re both metal heads) filled the silence.
“That question was not about driving or traffic signals, was it?”.
“Correct”.
He was curious to know the reasoning behind my answer.
“Why last?”, he asked.
The signal turned green and we took a right towards our destination.
“Well, to me, it doesn’t matter from where I start, even if I’m last — what matters is how I progress from there. It’s not the end of the road, right? It’s just one signal”.
He nodded in acknowledgement.
The entrance to the store slowly appeared on our left.
We parked our car in the basement of the building and got out with several colourful cloth bags in our hands, that were handed to us by my mum.
As we walked towards the elevator, my dad said in a quiet voice, “Guess some ends can also be beginnings, huh?”.
I smiled.
“Yes”.
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