Where I am from
I am from years of violin practice,
From splashing spluttering swimming,
From painted colors dancing across the art canvas.

I am from soft sweet mooncakes with my family,
From gazing at the full bright moon, as the moon smiled at me,
From gathering and celebrating the Chinese legend of Mid-Autumn festival.
I am from the enormous circular flat mirror always hanging on the plain grey wall,
From the musical sound of the doorbell ringing,
From my secret garden of fresh bright flowers that always smells like mint,
From my warm wooden treehouse,
From the elegant glorious piano that echoes around my house.
I am from the books of JK Rowling and Rick Riordon,
They brighten me,
And make a beautiful new world around me,
Their books come alive with magic.
I am from my grandma as warm as the sun,
From my encouraging playful grandpa,
From my mom’s cozy comfortable hugs that make me feel better,
From my dad as wise as a owl, always challenging me,
From my brother as cute as a teddy bear.
I am from ISB,
From the classroom of 6-1,
From the smooth shiny lockers outside the classroom,
From the equations of math,
From the piles of I am from poems,
From the vocabulary words of science,
From the characters of Chinese,
From the warm-ups of drama,
From the activities in PE.