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Where I Am From

Amidst all the junk I've been decluttering,
I found a gem! I found a torn out three hole punched lined paper with some good feels I wanted to share with you, Mom. I don't know if you ever saw this but I hope you felt in my actions, my words and in the way I looked at you.

Where I Am From

I come from a family that cares
where humor is abundant and trying your best is expected
Where I'm known as Kiki, Dots, The Best of the Best, Angel and Special K

I come from a home that permeates warmth and success
where inner beauty is valued
and strength is important

* I come from a line of fighters
where survivors like my mother are cherished
and celebrated
where feelings are expressed with ease

I come from times when I took care of Brianna and Cassie like they were my now
where I felt tears of joy and
sisterly love beyond words

I come from a family where I am the eldest and I paved the path for which my sisters may follow
where I tried to be a role model and also
showed my true colors

I come from days where I thought life was about opening nights and hot dates
where first loves felt like the real thing and high school life seemed petty

I come from a sea of hopes and dreams
where my vision of the future altered and still does
where I saw myself training dolphins, then being a star, to writing children's books

* I come from Christmas Eves full of family and turkey
where I always felt loved
where both my dads cared
where my sisters adored me and
where I looked up to my mom.

By Kristin Jennings (circa 1999?)
* I don't know what the starred parts are all about but I hope to add to this and will figure it out.
Stay tuned...


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