I am from colorful clothes,
From cinnamon and garlic.
I am from the land of mud that smells like home, the land that is cultured.
The home which sounds like families, the sounds of kids that make me feel better.
I am from the banyan tree and from jasmine.
If wonder was something
what would it be?
Would it be a flaming dragon
or calm as the sea?
Imagine if a dragon had all in one.
The story of the dragon of wonder
I remember the fearful sound of my mom’s voice on the day of my first swim meet.
I remember my dad’s worn out red jeep.
I remember the smell of my grandparent’s warm, sweet empanadas.
They live in a case
A story waiting for life
To be opened
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