I’m from hot summer nights and being coated in mosquito bites. Waking up my brother only for him to tell me “Go back to sleep” and finding my cousins sleeping next to me in a queen size bed meant for two.
I’m from a place where you can not miss out on the opportunity to go swimming at the beach. Where you aren’t walking distance away from your family and a small enough town where everybody knows each other.
I’m from where memories are made and never one day is the same from the other and where no matter how much someone yells at you they will always love you the same, i’m from sweaty days where the best things to do is eat, sleep, go to the beach and watch soccer games in the arena that is a walking distance away with the fellow hooligans (Ultras) that chant Demoni Pula.
I’m from a mad house that can never stay quiet. Filled with over 10 family members adult or child either way both screaming or yelling at one another. I’m from a place where as a kid the eldest sibling/cousin raised you and made you the person you are today.
I’m from cooks that cook the most exquisite food you have ever tasted everyday never disappointing the critic. Cooking homemade Carne Apanada and Pasta Con PEsto, but never happy with the job they’ve completed. Never complaining about cleaning the dishes and the mess made by the children after they were done eating.
I’m that nocturnal-sleeping, soccer-playing, memory-making, relatively-psychotic, family-loving, kid.