I am from friendship,
From milk and coffee.

I am from the joyous smell of cookies,
I am from the bush,
The orange tree whose long limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I’m from Christmas decorations and turkeys for thanksgiving,
From Mom and Dad.

I’m from soccer games and building with Legos,
From Chinese New Year.

I’m from Austin and China, Rice and beans,
From Mom’s life in China without her parents,
Located right in my heart because she’s told me so many times.