I Am From

I am from short, stubby pencils marking and gliding on textured paper. From missing gloves and pale walls in every room. I am from the humongous window with the fantastic view of my backyard, everything coated with white and homemade dinner made by my grandmother. I’m from the row of various plants in my living room. The plants that have bite marks from mischievous cats. I’m from large gatherings on Thanksgiving and humorous people, from photo albums and phone calls from distant family, and many forms of artists. I’m from, "don't do that,” and "it's not the end of the world”. I’m from joyful Christmases. I am from my dad calling my sister and I to watch an episode of Saturday Night Live. I’m from South Korean delights and exciting dinners to proudly celebrate success. From cousins constantly calling me to play games together when distance prevents us from seeing each other. From Thompson Drive, the neighbourhood that I grew up in. I’m from an accepting family that I adore and love. I am from thousands of incredible memories from my childhood and a future full of more.