I am from the dry, scorching sun
of Southern California,
learning to swim
with Grandma and Grandpa.
I am from a large, loving family
separated by distance,
not by support.
I am from a house full of animals,
big and small,
finding hair on my clothes was
an everyday occurrence.
I am from a small, cozy home,
of sleepovers and ghost stories.
Of sleeping in closets
hiding from ghosts.
I am from The Doors,
and country music,
always singing and dancing.
I am from a mother and father
who love me equally,
but separately.
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