I can feel the cold ocean around me. The blinding sun is about to rise above the horizon--just the time in which my family starts setting up the tables and tents for the family get-together. I head out to the shower to go help unpack; shivering with every step. The salty taste of the ocean water still lingers in my mouth, though, it is soon to be cured by the pupu’s my mother has already prepared. Spicy ahi, edamame, peanuts; they are the beginning of the delicacy to come.
It’s only been a short period of time before I dove back into the now warm water, thanks to the sun. Looking to the shore, I can see that my cousins have arrived; most of which seek to have a great time. The water sloshes around as we unload our water guns onto each other. The smell of barbeque is like a calling us to feast on lunch. Walking back to our picnic area, I am greeted not only by the typical reggae music, but with my aunties and uncles who I haven’t seen since our last get-together. We share stories built up from the time frame that we haven’t seen each each other--the people we’ve met, the achievements we’ve made, and much more. Snap! Another picture for us remember. We begin to depart, but it is always “A hui ho’u!”; until next time.
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