I am from a melting pot.
I am from the dirt track that ATVs race on.
I am from the pine trees surrounding our yard, the flowers surrounding the house, and the freakishly tall oaks in the back.

I am from the birthday punches, and changing the formula to make it easy, from the Luchinskes, and the White Houses.
I am from working long shifts, and dreaming realistically.
From “you will thank me someday,” and “ life is an upstream battle.”

I am from the God that blessed me with this family.
I am from the destruction of 1933 that forces us across seas to a new land and a new life.
I am from delicious dinners, grilled steak, and potatoes that put other meals to shame.
I am from the east, the west and everywhere inbetween.

I am from withered trunks that hold memories from past generations with more to come.
I am from family betrayals, the overcoming of hardships, and the working of miracles.
From all around the world we came, and made this family an ever growing melting pot.