Mi Hogar.

My house smells of Fabuloso con Cloro.

Of both judgement and orgullo.

Of those whom will open a lifetime of insecurities;

As they praise you to the outside world.

It smells of generational strength.

Of overcome triumph.

Of strategic unity.

Of deep-grounded roots and unrealistic goals.

Standards set to The Gods y Los Santos.

Limitations buried by my ancestors.

My house smells of pelas and dignidad.

Of manners and "Si, señora". Respect.

Of ingrained hurt.

Of century filled cover-ups.

Protecting those we love, No Matter What.

My house smells of familia y amor.