I am from sketchbooks,
from prismas and pencils.
I am from the house at the
end of the cul-de-sac (small, spacious and full of childhood memories).
I am from the rose garden,
red roses, whose thorns would scratch me when trying to get the ball out of it.
I am from putting up the
Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving and independency,
from Gloria and Sanchez
and Ramiro.
I am from the family that
always helps people around us who dont have what we have and from the family
who always shows their appreciation.
From not giving up on
anything I set my mind to and always be positive no matter what happens.
I am from the Catholic
community.
I'm from Houston, Texas
and Herman Sanchez, a cross and futbol.
From the time when my
grandpa went to go try to shoot a lizard with a slingshot and my mom
accidentally getting hot form the ricochet, the when my brother and I would try
to buy my moms presents behind her back but somehow still finding out what we
were up to.
I am from photo albums, a
truevalue plastic container, full of cherishing moments from my moms childhood
to brother and I’s childhood.
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