I am from a red, white, and green flag with a blue flower in the middle.

From dad forcing me into the life of old classic rock,

And from mom forbidding the words “stupid” and “shut up”, but pretending to not heard them when my sister was being especially mean.

I come from the birthplace of Plano, Texas, and from the smells of yellow curry, and pink lotus flowers,

And from Brother Bear, Mulan 1&2, The Jungle Book, and all Disney princess movies,

From Nathan and Maya, and close friends of the family.

I am from gold, red, green, and brown, the color scheme of our house, warm, and inviting,

From huge gardens, bright flowers, a trampoline, and swings that can absorb my interest like a towel for hours at a time,

As well as I am from that one color-blinding, unnatural seizure-inducing bright turquoise room, owned by my sister, that doesn’t compliment or go with anything in our house.

From a house of love, tradition, and of putting family first,  from my home, a habitat like no one else’s,

I am from a trusting household,

I am from home.