I am from the pouring rain, from the beat up chucks and star gazing in all weather.
I am from the warm home where the light in the hallway window is always on.
I am from pine trees and the Christmases we planted them.
I am from family breakfast and loud fights. The strong but understanding from David, from Dwight, and Edith.
I am from the short tempers and the compassionate.
I am from the “You sleep too much.” and “Do you ever sleep?”
I am from the “Your religion does not define you” and the respect for all who respect you.
I am from a peaceful, humble world, from sweet tea and fresh food from the garden.
From the family road trips, the brothers fighting sisters, and the cold nights huddled together on the couch.
I am from the hallow where we fight one another, but still fight for each other. I am from the willingly lost. I am from a family; where I know that as long as I have them, I will always have a home.