I Come From

I come from a family who is like a broken mirror,

In pieces but still reflecting me

I come from hearing

“Chingao” and knowing Grandpa is somewhere close by.

I come from smelling the aroma of beans and rice

When walking through the front door.

I come from Broken Crayons and torn pictures,

Chocolate milk and cheerios splashed on the kitchen table.

I come from sounds of Whinnie the Pooh

and people shouting at each other throughout the house.

I come from pictures on the wall

Of part-time family who come and go

Like the seasons.

Things can change faster than you want them to
Where I come from.