I am from chapter books,
from smartphones and pencils.
I am from the freezing cold winters of Vermont.
I am from the maple tree,
the soft grass lawn.
I am from noodles and dark hair,
from Andrew and Coco.
I am from the glasses,
and chopsticks.
From “work hard” and “never give up”.
I am from atheists and respectful people.
I'm from the south, in Alabama, 
and the rice and noodles.
From the hard-workers, the first-comers,
and the heart-warming. 
I am from the family album, which records our past.