After 22 years, I finally rewrote my version of Linkin Park's song

I belong to my grandma's voice, 

her easy laughs and cheeky remarks. 

To my friends' long calls, 

their weird questions and silly jokes. 

I belong to my brothers' cheesy nicknames, 

the ones that make my eyes roll. 

To my mom's cheery hellos, 

the ones that ring in my ears even after hanging up. 

I belong to the softness of blankets, 

where my toes wriggle when I wake up.

To your lingering warmth,

that prevents my days from moving on.

I belong to the family I wish I had, 

but never did. 

The one I found under a different last name, 

in a city I didn't mean to live in. 

I belong to the truth of words, their soothing tone, 

the ones that remind me belonging needs no place 

when we call each other home.