I’m from a red brick house,
that sits atop a hill.
I’m from siblings,
that are there to help me--
when I am scrunching up my math homework
because it doesn't make sense.
I’m from parents,
that I’m proud to call my own,
because of the life lessons they taught me.

I am from slipping by the pool
and listening to the crack of a bone being snapped.
I am from responsibility, respect, and resilience.
I am from my parents telling me “never give up,”
and “always trying your hardest.”

I’m from swimming in the lake and playing football,
with the neighbors up the street.
I’m from “Yes, please,” “No, thank you,” and “How may I help”
I’m from building a family project--
a dog house--
made from weathered, warped, and worn pieces of plywood.

I am from slipping down a hill,
where a red brick house sits.
I am from learning my math facts,
from my sibling, who are there for me.
I am from getting told dinner is ready,
by the parents I am proud to call my own.