Where I Am From

“Where I’m From”

                                        by Matthew

        I am from the buttery taste of popcorn popping in the microwave. I am from the   meaty taste of tacos.         

And I am from the taste of tomato sauce on spaghetti.                       

       I am from the fresh smell of air freshener spraying from the bathroom.  I am from the musty smell of the basement, moldy and putrid. And I am from the smelly smell of drying paint in our redecorated bedroom.

      I am from the sight of our small family portrait hanging in the hallway. I am from the sight of birdhouses outside and inside the house.  And I am from the sight of Abe Lincoln in the living room.   

     I am from the buzz of the living room fan.   I am from the creak of the floor boards.  And I am from the buzz of the flies in the kitchen.