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I am from a tall two-story townhouse, Where I play board games with my brother. I am from the memory of when I saw my baby sister coming home from the hospital. I am from the memory of when I got my first Apple phone. I am from the sound of my dad when he comes home from work And from the sound of my big brother coming to play with me. I am from the smell of my mom’s homemade banana bread and my dad’s curry. I am from the hands that play rock, paper, scissors with me, And the voices that say kind words to me. I am from a home where I play games and stay up till midnight on New Year’s Eve and from where I open presents on Christmas Day. Home is a place where I feel safe and happy, even when I’m scared. Home is not just a place, It is family.