where the PTAs are a little too involved
where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime
where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior
where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus
I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti
and multiple vegetables often gracing our table simultaneously
and fruit being eaten freshly cut, perfectly ripe, and always in season
and pickiness that I am slowly growing out of
I am from family legends
the time Aunt Lori was left at Safeway and walked two miles to get home
the time my sister said “water did it” when she had been playing in the sink
the possibility that I show facial features from my dad’s absent biological father
I am from the fourteen countries that have a red pushpin on my world map
the first-hand look at Basque separatism
the mysteries of Pompeii
the incredible strength of the Egyptians who built the Pyramids
I am from near-tragedy
my baby cousin’s skull-fracturing fall that I could have prevented
my dad’s pre-cancerous spot; what if I hadn’t asked him, “Daddy, are you sick?”
my 7th grade concussion which took me years to fully recover from
I am from my college experiences
friend-sandwiches that calm my tears,
almost-somethings and almost-somebodys,
being shamed and being proud,
“we’re old enough to know better, and we’re doing it anyway.”
I am from fears conquered
Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography. See more Microvember posts here.
This piece is a repost of I’m From, published November 11, 2014.
6 thoughts on “I’m From…”
Another winner. Excellently done
Thank you very much!
This is beautiful, thought provoking, and (from another writer) inspiring, Sabina.
Thank you, Britta!!
no words can do this post justice. Best one so far, that is saying something
Wow, thank you so much!
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