I am from TV, from Apple and Paper Mate.
I am from the hand painted picture of an autumn day beautifying the wall of the entry way.
I am from sunflowers that are scattered across a field, the clear, blue sky that always puts a smile on my face.
I am from late nights of baking cookies and no patience, from Angela and Ben.
I am from the working too hard and the world travelers, from “Everything happens for a reason” and “Enjoy the time you have now”.
I am from church retreats that reminded me how important it is to believe in something.
I am from Atlanta, Georgia and Plano, Texas, from chocolate and pistachios; either by themselves or together.
I am from the Aunt, Uncle, and three cousins who immigrated to the states last year, the grandparents who got lost in Paris (they eventually found their way), and the best friend (practically sister) who helped me make balloon animals for a child’s birthday party .
I am from half-made scrapbooks we were too lazy to complete, the wall that adorns lasting memories, cell phones that allow quick looks at smiling faces, and a personal journal that will remain hidden from the rest of the world.