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I am from the old, rusty, wooden dinner table

From dead crickets in the attic to urine stains on the curtains

I am from the creepy, aged house at the end of the block that feels like you’re in the house of torment

I am from the fresh peach trees my dad planted from months ago

The stacks of branches whose fallen off leaves were like fingers and toes to me

I’m from marshmallow sweet potatoes and competing with my aggie cousins on Texas – Texas A&M game day

From Charlie, my Chihuahua-terrier mix and Lila, my pet hamster

I’m from buying pounds and pounds of peanuts before Texas demolishes their next opponent and the constant commotion of my sister arguing with my parents

I’m from, “rock-a-by baby,” and “go to sleep!”

and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”

I’m from going to California Pizza Kitchen on someone’s birthday

I’m from the good ole’ Austin, Texas

Fresh cantaloupes and greasy cheeseburgers

From my uncle fighting in the Marines at Iraq when many of his friends passed away
The memorable photo books hidden in the dusty cabinet under all of the boxes, in the corner of the garage… and stuck in my soul