Jureidy M.
Life At My Home
What is home to me?
Home is watching cars pass by, looking out the door as my tío leaves for work, seeing rain
pouring down fiercely.
What is home to me?
Home is feeling surrounded by Latina culture, feeling the hot sun shine down on me.
What is home to me?
Home is passing by a street with loud Bachata music, water rushing and flowing down the
stream, hearing the food cart roll again and again. ¡Empanadas! I hear from afar.
What is home to me?
Home is smelling wonderful delicioso chicken soup, tasting un helado on a sunny day, smelling
the salty sea water outside of my apartment. Woosh Woosh.
What is home to me?
Home is the Republica Dominicana.
Jureidy M.
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