I am from doodling and from forts made of blankets. I am from classical music, Mozart and Bach and from Pokemon, Mario, Kirby and all Nintendo games alike. I am from the humongous sandbox back in the day and from the dozens of toy cars. I am from the fire burning everything in its path, destruction tearing the house down.
I am from skittles and scooters, from Oreos, milkshakes, and most things sweet. I am from the rice piled in heaps and heaps served with soy sauce. I am from Avatar, Adventure Time and Spongebob, from wubwubwub & the movie Inception, from a dream within a dream within a dream. I am from aspholongus, magentakeaf and a chest full of made up words.
I am from my parents, who are from my Ong and my Ba, whose noodles are made the best. From ‘calm down’ and ‘check your work’. I am from a line of short tempers and from parents who only want the best of me.
I am from glasses, worn by pretty much everyone in the house.
Upon my bookshelf is a photo album.
Old black and white pictures, some just recently took.
A lot of familiar faces but some not.
A treasure trove of memories--
Memories of me
