I Am From...

I am from busy streets to speeding red and blue lights. The street lights at night to birds chirping early in the morning. From elegant spices sprinkled atop elegant food. Cooked beef on chips with cheese drizzled atop. Sweet chocolate spread on fluffy clouds of bread.

I am from noses pointed toward old corners. Rusty old shackles rustling in the wind. The cries from a child as her parents argue. The unforgettable laughs emanating off the walls.

I am from the antagonizing lessons from my parents. The lessons I still have not yet learned.

I am from a dad, a little sister, a little brother, and a big sister. And from the kindest, most caring father you may ever have. The practical twin under two years younger than me. The diaper changes and memories of a little brother you know you'll always be there for. The arguments you know you will never win, but yet, you still do it, knowing you love your big sister more than you will ever imagine.

I am from the humor shared within and knowing you'll always be there for each other no matter what happens.

From being chastised and told repeatedly to treat others the way you want to be treated and not ever lying for your own safety.

I am from worshipping our father. Giving your incredibly valued life to the only one who will take it and keep it. Wisely choosing your choices when it comes to Him. Loving the Almighty with all you have.

I am from UMC, doctors pushing and shoving and rolling my mother to a room where I can begin my life safe and sound and in her arms, and the smacking of cheesy deliciousness and the crunching of fried potatoes.

From the freezing hands as they gather up snow, topping it off with a smaller ball, squirting colored water to make it pop and the glop of the seeds and veins as you pull them out of the top of the pumpkin.

I am from the facial features passed down atop movies, hands on shoulders as we pose one last time as a family. A crowded couch with relatives you love. The photo of a father at 7-years-old, and the photo of that father kissing his soon to be wife. And even though I think I may not have anything passed down, I have the love of my family passed down through generations. The love that is worth more than the stars. The love that is worth more than anyone will ever know. And that love will never fade.

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