I’m from an innocent house,

filled with fabricated happiness, guilted requests and indisputable demands.

The twist of a father’s demeanor as soon as the doors sealed,

and blasting voices that lingered past my bedtime.

I’m from being the child my mom doesn’t need to worry about,

assuming I maneuver through tasks thrown my way.

Attention immersed in rescuing her first born son from the lethal grip of addiction,

and emotional destruction when it forced him behind iron bars.

I’m from assuming the role of parent and sister

for a brother whose familiarity was stolen, and struggled to discover his significance.

Pursuits to steer him back onto the right path,

hoping I can restore his youthful passion for life.

But I’m also from laughter, love, and loyalty

that has given me inspiration to serve others.

I’m from people who can twist the darkest of situations

into abundant light.