I am comprised of
endless assumptions,
and small superstitions.
Keeper of traditions,
hoarder of
memory-shaped
trinkets,
deep feelings
and thoughts.
A non-professional
curator of
favourite places and
favourite songs.
I have my mother's
sweetheart warmth,
her tender disposition,
My father's
charming wit,
and noble spirit,
My sister's
chaotic fierceness,
and her incredible
resilience;
Probably,
some other
relative’s eyes too.
I guess after all,

I’m truly just  

A family’s child.