I am from A large white house, its three windows B00Ming out, like a boxer ready to fight.

I am from My room, In which stuffies lay, motionless, besides the twinkling of their marble eyes. 

I am from My bed, with its soft mattress and comfort it brings me, after a long day.

I am from My fuzzy blanket, which I snuggle in.

I am from my steep hills and close friends

I am from slightly bland chicken that my mom makes me eat.

I am from my favorite dish, carbonara. 

I am from its warm, bacony smell coming from the kitchen

I am from my Italian/Filipino culture.

I am from its food and love.

I am from lazy Sunday mornings, in which I lie on the couch for an hour.

I am from quick, rushed mornings, my mom yelling for me to but my book down and get out the door.

I am from after school book reading.

I am from dessert night Tuesday.

I am from Friday night movie night.

I am from the drawing classes I wish I had.

I am from the better leaders I wish we had.

I am from my drum kit, which I have played on for many years.

I am from the effort putting into playing this instrument.

I am from the frustration and accomplishment form winning the Alvarado talent show with my band.

This is where I am from.