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My friends ask me where i’m from,

It’s not a simple question.

I have to choose what I want to mention.

Where I was born or grew up?

The conversation usually ended.


Do you remember Ms.Gray? Her 3rd grade class was my favorite.

Do you remember Cami from the 4th? She was the nicest

Were you in her class? I don’t remember you being there, my peers chattering.

Everyones seems to know each other.


New year, New place.

I sit by my classmates every morning

And wave to my teachers throughout the day,

My notebook leads the way, pencil splashed on every page.

Everyone thinks I'm the shyest, but that's okay.

It feels like I'm an outsider to a family-only game.


My Language Arts teacher asks the class where their home is.

North Carolina! a few students say, Florida! some others mention.

Where is my home?

When home is all over?

I ponder the thought for the rest of the day.


Mommy? Where’s home?

Home is where family is, where we are, she replies, checking the rice.

But abuela is in Florida and the rest is somewhere else?

Don’t ponder the thought too much Angie, she turns away from the pot.

We are family now and will forever be together,

No matter where we be.

Whenever you're lost just come to us and breathe.

Okay mommy, I head up stairs feeling a bit more at peace.


Present day, I am a flexible and adaptable person.

I don’t need to know everybody to be happy.

My heart is with my family.

I’ll pave my own way from the places I've been.

From the ways I've seen.

I know my home and I'll keep it with me.

My home will always wait for me.

My home is family.


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