I am from...

I am from a street named york crescent, where the community is still getting built, in a corner of the community. I am from the house in construction, with not many floors, the excited feeling when we got are dogs, their barking an annoying wake up call at 5 am, some days I still remember the day when my dad walked in with our dog, Cooper, a wonderful surprise. I am from a quiet playtime because dad’s on call, mom’s busy too much, my brother and I fight. I am from home, The memories with Bentley, Wyatt coming over, the second best ones. I am from home.