I am from Imagination
traveling through the sky on a panda, wearing
the knitted blanket my great-grandmother gave me
before she passed away.
I am from a mother
who says she is not the best, but by believing
in me, she is.
I am from a world of friends
giving people triple chances and caring for others as
family.
I am from a world
where we are all falling, but we are phoenixes and we
will rise again. Our world may be a graveyard of
buried hopes and dreams. But dreams are born again
by family.
From the 826CHI Student Publication: Eat Your Words