I am from (Ya pa' que)

I am from tortillas, From that big metal pot And from pie baking in the oven (The sweet smell that fills the house and makes me hungry as soon as I walked in the door). I am from Christmas trees And Easter eggs stuffed with chocolate And the change from under the bed. I am from “Do you want to hear some mitote?” From “I need some chocolate.” And “¡Ya pa que!” I am from black coffee and banana bread (everyone trying to get the end) And from “If everyone’s talking who’s listening?” I am from long stories, From Carolina and Iley And the yellow piece of paper that carries all the names. I am from the old cedar chest, From old photographs And the box with the flower from my grandmother’s wedding day.