There I was in Lalomanu Samoa, the heat pounding on me like a swarm of bees. It was so hot it hurt. A golden blanket of smooth sand spread across the beach. The waves made a trickling sound as they washed up to the rocks. A fresh, salty smell was over taking the beach.
I saw my brother standing next to me, waiting for the next thing to happen, and my parents were behind us, pushing us to the front door of a house. I was wondering where we were, and why we were go into a stranger's house.
I saw a wooden floor with a lounge and a kitchen. People walked out of a room and welcomed us by giving us big hugs. Who was this person? Do we know him? I was then introduced to him. He called out with a soft, deep voice that reminded me of my dad's, and they kind of looked the same too. I had just met my Papa.
A lady walked out and gave me a big smooch. She was my Nana. We got along with each other very well.
Now I know that Samoa is my place and where I come from. I will always remember it.