I am from...

I am from the house that has frozen ice at the end of the driveway, The sound of children in the nearby park fills my ear in the summer, The intimidating pigeons in the neighbor’s backyard watch you as you play, I am from the street that cracks more every year I am from the house with cameras all over the places, With sounds of me and my brother arguing over nonsense, My baby brother bite marks on his crib are easy to notice, The wonderful aroma of food fills the kitchen when it’s time for diner. I am from a place where sounds of of a baby crying can be heard almost every day, Tennis balls being hit on the walls downstairs by my brothers, Our parents arguing over adult stuff, Me flipping through pages while reading. I am from home, Getting tucked in for bed by my parents, The sound of laughter in the summer while playing in the backstory, I am from home.