Farrier place, Daly City

From a light, peach-colored house with a nice and calming backyard

But in San Francisco, all I see is rush hour traffic preventing me to get to my destination and from listening to my brother playing the piano with me wanting to learn to play like that

 From hearing

“GET UP!” and

“GET READY FOR SCHOOL!”

And from hearing road rage like,

“OUT OF THE WAY!”

But now now hearing nothing

No traffic nor road rage

But sleeping in because there is no school (which I surprisingly miss)

All because of COVID-19

I am from reminiscing from the past of me wanting to be an NBA star (Like that’s ever going to happen)

But now wanting to be a mechanical engineer

To winning MVP on my Asian league basketball team

But hating the attention I got from it

I am from hoping that I learn an instrument (so that I’m not the only one in my family who doesn’t know how to play one)

I am from my mouth salivating as I smell the gooey brownies in the oven

Listening pots and pans sizzling while the aroma of food fills the house 

And freshly steamed pork bao, getting thrown across the kitchen while everyone is devouring it

 To the smell of fresh phố coming from the family kitchen

And the warmth while I eat it with my family

And to my facing turning red because I put too much sriracha in it

 To having home cooked food during this pandemic

 I am from waking up in the cold days in Lake Tahoe

 From snowboarding in the winter season, with my face freezing and my hands warm from hand heaters.

And to the tiring Saturday days where I have basketball for 6 hours

To the hot days in Vegas, not being able to rest

As I play basketball for the whole week

To me and my team going to Top Golf for team bonding

And from playing against my family in speed every Friday night

This is where I am from.