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Where I’m From

By Evelyn L

I’m from the round kitchen table, with the red-and-white checkered tablecloth,

I’m from packets of M&M and Skittles,

I’m from “leave me alone”, and “oh my god”,

I’m from the dusty once snow-white stuffed rabbit toy sitting on the shelf, next to my hardcover books.

 

I’m from thousands of pencil drawings on loose papers,

And open books strewn across the carpet,

I’m from continuous episodes of “The Night Garden”,

I would watch in the late afternoon.

 

I’m from the sunlight shinning through the window,

Lighting up the many pages of a fairytale book, I read the night before,

I’m from the smell of lavender air-fresheners,

And homemade chocolate-chip cookies.

 

I’m from the never-ending replay of the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland,

I’m from “that’s disgustingly cheesy”, and “I ship it”,

I’m from the nights I stay up late, gaming and laughing with my friends,

I’m from the endless inside jokes I share with the rest of my little “crew”.

 

I’m from the emotional nights where I would watch sad movies along with my gang of stuffed toys,

I’m from the sound of the constant drumming of fingers on tabletops,

I’m from the many albums of Taylor Swift who I have grown to love,

And has become a part of me.

 

I’m from the ghost of your smile, and the once bright light in your eyes.

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