I Am From

I Am From I am from the white glistening plates from the sweet taste of vanilla ice cream and the sharp smell of Lysol wipes. From the long house with red tiles on the roof, the obnoxious sounds of a smoothie blender and the mouthwatering taste of lasagna. I am from the pointy chives that I used to grow and the dandelions that would always quickly turn fluffy and white. I am from the fun Eid celebrations and Pizza every Friday. From short people and tall people. I am from “go ask your mom” and “just pause the online game.” I am from movie and game nights. I am from the streets filled with small shops. From Afghans and people from Pakistan. From the scrumptious calzone and chicken shawarma. I am from my hilarious dad always kicking tables on accident. From all my memories stored in my home Afghanistan like playing games with my silly cousins and eating the delicious traditional food.