It’s what I eat when I’m happy

when my whole family is together

and everyone is talking at once.

It’s what I eat when I’m sad

when I can’t get my mind off

my problems at school.

It’s what my ancestors ate and

what I’ll make for my children.

It’s like the shoes I wear or the

shirt on my back, always there.

By Neesha, 5th grade

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