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.
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.