I am from Manila, where oceans of people meet oceans of cars.
I am from Taiwan, where the scents of my childhood fill my belly.
I am from Hong Kong, where the buildings smile coldly and the streets tell a story.
I am from the seaside, where what I don’t know and do know crash together.
I am from the hilltop, where ants heard our secrets and ate our lunches.
I am from the jungle, where trees spied on us and birds laughed with us.
I am from my father, whose emotions fly and pride stands still.
I am from my mother, where wisdom has eyes and a heart has ears.
I am from my brother, where mistakes are stubborn and a song is always giving.
I am from my sister, where blame never points a finger and kindness always lends a hand.