I’m from a dusty mirror, above an old clock, from a stuffed animal and bought blanket, I am from an angry household, and a four-room house, I am from a big oak tree that once got cut down, whose branches I would climb when it was windy, I am from a necklace engraved with an s, and a blue bracelet I never take off, from the Canelos and Richer family, I am from an angry family, filled with rage and depression, and from an independent family, I am from Saint Ignatius Church, I am from Betty and Ken Richer, from pizza and ice cream, from a ten-k race, that I finished with pride, from wanting to learn Spanish when I was young, I am from those moments in my colorful past, and the memories I’d wished I had forgotten all those years ago.