Late-night lying in my comfy bed with my hands on my forehead and thinking

Where I am from?

Where I am from?
I am from the pearl white dove-alike kite strongly and freely sending my childish hope in navy
blue vast sky around the world.
Late afternoons making my mom angrily yelling.
Where I am from?
I am from the round and leather, black and white.
Rolling fast on the chocolate brown ground after stressful classes, exciting and making people
dropping victorious tear.
Where I am from?
I am from the fire red.
The spicy taste of chilies accidentally robbed from grandma’s weeping my hazel beady eyes.
Where I am from?
I am from the taste of Pho that fully filling the little round belly and my mouth with
unforgettable and flavory hot broth and tender thin-sliced pork.
Raising, maturing, and enriching the yellow skin proud.
Where I am from?
I am from wine purple.
The sweet and sour taste of mulberries from the lawn green trees in front of my lovely house
staining my mouths messy.
Where I am from?
I am from the cool air and romantic autumn.
Nervous meeting strange friends and hearing crispy sound of pumpkin read leaves under slow
big foot.
Where I am from?
I am from the sentimental rhymes and gentle lullabies of my grandmother slowly letting me to
sleep every hot like pan summer day.
Where I am from?
I am from the big but cozy house where has crunchy like potato chips laughter, frequent family
gathering and memorable and lively love stories of my parents.
Where I am from?
I am from the braces that went along with my white small like mouse’s teeth for 5 years long.
Monthly annoying and hurting me dropping tears.
Where I am from?
I am from the beach fifteen kilometers away from home, fulfilling with the smooth lemon-yellow
sand always stuck in my shorts
And endless coastline floating me freely and playing water volleyball with my sportif younger
brothers and my dear father.
Where I am from?
I am from the Tet holiday left me with tons of happiness and hopefulness
Giving me tons of red blood envelops of lucky money and meaningful beautiful wishes in the
faint fresh scent of banana-yellow apricot blossom.
Where I am from?
I am from endless runny nose and bold red spots under cozy thick sweater every bone-chillingly
cold winter somewhere in the northern central part of Viet Nam.
Where I am from?
I somehow from the yelling of my caring mother and the slowly appease of my kind father.
Where I am from?
I am from the childish dream, from the bland brown puppy lying lazily enjoying the sunshine
under the small window, from the Tom and Jerry, from the roses plants my grandfather plant and
water everyday

Where I am from?
I am from a lot of things.
I am from everywhere.