I am from a small town in Texas.

I am from growing up in weird weathered San Francisco

I am from lots of walking upstairs to falling down them.

I am from a nice, warm, comfortable, bed at night.

I am from playing on basketball in my apartment to running and playing tag with my friends.

I am from a steep, busy, two-way street.

I am from a large red, metal barrier.

I am from being called funny to being called Pepe or Pepsi.

I am from being called Bobbi or Yeabsera.

I am from being called crazy to smart and tall  

I am from being told that I am good at sports.

I am from people saying that I am good with kids to being called nice.  

I am from being told congratulations for getting into a private school.

I am from being told that I am good at making burgers to being told that I am good at finishing my plate.

I am from being told that I need to eat fewer sweets and more vegetables

I am from having big feasts to having small family dinners.

I am from going to my family members houses for Thanksgiving and eating a lot.

I am from going to my aunt’s house to celebrate New Years and my uncles birthday

I am from waking up at 5:00 A.M. to open Christmas gifts to going to family dinners and exchanging gifts.

I am from always having Ethiopian food for dinner.