I am from…
The lemons and mandarins growing aside of the house.
A house covered with webs all over on solid bricks.
A small garage full of old material with cobwebs covering the corners.
A long road full of dust, with cars speeding with heavy trucks.
A tree full of yummy persimmons, with birds feasting.
I am from…
The smelly cow poop covering the air within the farms.
The sense of the delicious pot of food with herbs, mince and pasta.
The gas passing over the road with the smell of heated concrete.
The garbage smell flowing in the yard with the flies scavenging through.
The smell of dust from the construction sites building up.
I am from…
My uncle’s visiting New Zealand every four years.
Philippines holidays with my relatives.
My grandparents home for a stay with friends and family.
A celebration of fireworks with hot air balloons and delicious dinner.
A theme park full of history and minigames with family and friends.
I am from..
Plates, bowls and cups lying within the dishwasher.
The clothes in the laundry room waiting to be cleaned.
The stinky garbage soaking with wet liquids.
The wet yet clean counters.
The dishes piling in the sink waiting.
I am from…
Celebrations, feasts and gifts.
Three annoying brothers, Michael and Michelle for a mother and father.
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