I Am From

I am from my cozy little bed and the TV I watch my favorite shows on. I am from a small grey house that is the perfect size for my family. From the taste of cat hair wildly flying around off my crazy cats, and the smell of mom’s delicious homemade foods. I am from the six flowerpots with bright coloured flowers all lined up along the small rocky garden, the tiny, prickly cactuses that were alive for a while, but then died and we left them out cause they were still holding together. I am from a big family gathering on Christmas Eve and my grandpa cheerfully reading the same book every year. I am from a kind, loving and caring family. I’m from “clean your room!” and “brush your hair!” I’m from the bedtime songs my parents used to quietly sing to me. I’m from family gatherings with way too much delicious food. I am from cold snowy Canada with loving ancestors from Scotland, and a family competition between the Boston red sox and the Toronto blue jays. I’m from my dad who goes on work trips and brings us back little trinkets. I am from my old cabin that’s been around for generations, the bright skyed outdoors, my cozy little home and my grandparents’ welcoming house.