I am from doors,

From blankets and erasers.

I am from the backyard

(Sunny, small, and feels like a thousand blades at your feet).

I am from the tomato plants, a lime stem with rose-colored fruits on its branches

I’m from movie nights and coal-colored eyes the color of coal,

from Susan and Richard.

I’m from the eating of left-overs

and the sneezing from the sight of the sun,

from “Hurry Up.” and “Did you finish your work?”

I’m from perseverance, not giving out until something is finished.

I’m from Fremont and Cao Cao,

Chinese donuts and, fried rice.

From migrating to the United States from China,

Working hard to make yourself a normal person.