I am from bright, red berry bushes in the front yard

and tan, cold tile when you walk through the front door.

I am from a house full of needy pets.

With two golden retrievers and two tabby cats as wild as zoo animals.

I am from a crowded and messy countertop

with piles of paper that were mountains of bills.

I am from hearing barking dogs everytime we ate

because they were constant beggars. 

I am from the smell of a beachy candle attempting 

to cover the smell of a stinky little brother and dirty dogs.

I am from the taste of leftover taco meat one to many times.

I am from an old, comfy, dark, brown leather couch

with a couple of rips and loose screws.

I might of been from a bit of disfunction

and it might not have been the most amazing home in the world

but to me, my home meant the world.