Where I Come From

Where I Come From

By Anabel Fielding

Where do I come from? I come from a big city in California. To be specific, San Francisco. I come from a city where some people are very kind to you and others are very rude to you. I come from, San Francisco. I come from a city that is always under a big chunk of gray fog or a stormy raincloud. I come from a city where the people I have met are hopeless romantics, and successful leaders, and they are trying to provide a life filled with opportunities for themselves. I come from a city filled with happy middle-class working men and women with their children going to public school. I come from a city of pain and sadness because there is an ongoing homelessness crisis downtown. I come from the beautiful, mysterious, and wonderful city of San Francisco. I was born and raised in a mixed family. My mom is a Latina woman from Honduras. My dad is American and also he is a San Francisco native. I come from a family that has been supportive, loving, and kind towards me and my older brother. I have dealt with bullying throughout my middle school and high school years. I come from traveling on a long road of depression and anxiety before I found happiness in my life. I come from a long terrible path of being rejected, ostracized, and framed by my first crush, whom I fell in deep love with. I have come from a hurricane storm of heartbreaking, traumatic memories from my childhood that I experienced. The boy that I fell in love with destroyed my heart. He broke me into a million scattered pieces on the floor. He was full of hate, arrogance, and pride. He was not very kind. I finally have moved on from him, this year. This year, I will be a more beautiful, strong, and even more intelligent woman than ever before. I come from a family of Swedish, German, and English blood. I come from the Fielding family. I come from a bloodline that is continuing in a southern state, Georgia. I come from a bloodline that continues in Tallahassee, Florida. My cousins, aunts, and uncles are in those southern states and they were veterans of the USA. My uncle played American Football and he is in the hall of fame. My loved ones whom I have lost, their names are remembered. Their legacies continue through me. I am the great-granddaughter of Ethel Cyr, I am her greatest joy. She is remembered and she rests in heaven, peacefully. I come from her blood. I am named after my great-great-grandmother Anna Belle Clark and she is remembered, too. I come from her blood and I come from many generations back and back of the Fielding family. I come from the Earth. I am a daughter of Eve, who was the first woman before me. I am a human being. I come from heaven because I was chosen in this life to exist. I come from heaven because I was born a blessing, under a double rainbow, a Diamond in my mother's eye. I am Anabel Fielding and I will survive this beautiful, dark, scary, happy, and fantastic world we all live in together. You, readers, and I will survive. Where I come from, you and I, we will be revived in pureness and strife. We will be just, fine. I come from a family full of struggles and successes. I come from a mother who is a very wonderful nurse. She helps those who are sick and in need. She provides money for the homeless people that she sees. She is a god-loving woman and she is an amazing wife to her husband. She is my mom and she is my best friend. I come from her blood, I came from her womb. I am a god-fearing, beautiful, and truly insightful woman. I am her daughter. I came from my hero, my mom. I came from my father, the one who plays the piano. The one who taught me how to read, write, and do mathematics... one of the most difficult subjects to learn, mathematics. Oh, how I yearn to answer the question. Where do I come from? I come from a childhood well spent with my happy, loving older brother. I come from a brother who is my blood and whom I adore. I know he sometimes thinks of me as a bore. But he will always love me and he always does. I come from an actor, my brother, I come from the most successful talent in the family. I come from a family full of love, pain, and happiness that we all endure together. I come from a tornado of loneliness and sadness. I come from heartbreak and anger. I think that all of the human emotions are where I started and it is where I will end. I am so repetitive in this writing. I am so alone in this life. I am truly a sight to behold. I am a writer and a good one at that. Sometimes, I feel so sad and very vulnerable. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep because I lost all of my friends and my first crush. Sometimes I wish I could be with the one I truly love, my crush. I wish I could turn back the time sometimes. But I know that turning back the time is not possible, never is, I suppose. I feel so good telling you about where I come from. I come from a soul that was destined to become fully, inevitably human. I have no tail, no wings, and I have no extra stomach. What am I? I am a human. I am smaller than a plane and a bus combined. I am so small compared to the universe, the stars, and the heavens above. I come from God. I come from my father who art in heaven. I come from purity, and innocence, and I come from being a child to growing into a fully grown adult. I come from another dimension into this one. I come from the planet, Earth, and then some. I come from a distant land or a foreign tongue. I come from Honduras, America, I come from only God knows, I come from the heavens above. Blessed, happy, and full of life. I come from my mother, father, and my brother. I'm in love.