Where I'M From

I’m from the smell of cafe con leche dancing around the house and los primos already full of energy in the backyard. I’m from guava and cream cheese crackers for breakfast and the constant sound of abuela saying “come mas mi vida”, I’m from the smell of fabuloso and mama’s radio never failing to wake the family up on a sunday morning, I’m from the sound of bicycle bells and children’s laughter ringing through my ears, I’m from salsa music and dancing until three in the morning when los primos had already fallen asleep on the couch, I’m from el que estudia siempre sabe and mi niña es la más inteligente del mundo, I’m from la prima’s hand me downs and creces muy rápido, I’m from ponte las pilas and the endless sound of pages turning and pencils scribbling, I’m from morning traffic and days with no end, I’m from estas grande ya and esa es tu responsabilidad, I’m from a quiet house, I’m from a quick breakfast, I’m from an empty house, No more fresh café con leche to leave its scent behind, No more time No one to make the house a home, I’m from never wish to grow up.