I am from rice, milk, and sugar (rice pudding)
I am from where the aromas engulf the air,
With the scent of savory spices
I am from concrete, where ragweed grows
Through the cracks, to show almost insignificant form of life
I’m from pictures and board games
I’m from my grandmothers, from Ethy to Ramona
I’m from the loud, and the louder!
From eat, to wake up!
I’m from Sunday classes to confirmation
I’m from the Dominican Republic, the city of Santiago
From the grandfather who taught me everything I know to the one who passed away a while ago
Pictures hanging from the wall gave history lessons, that no one could teach.
from family gatherings every week, to make sure we don’t fall apart.
Photo by rpavich