An Important Place to me!
The most important place to me is the house my cousins and I grew up in. Every Time I feel hurt or sad I always look back to that place and think about how it has made me ... well me.
This house was important to the whole family because it was the house that we all stayed in with my grandparents, we also went to the same school, it was called Panama Road. My cousins and I were my grandparents’ number 1 priority. They have loved us non-stop. When my grandparents died my mum and her siblings looked after the house but we were still little.After a few years time my aunty decided it was time for them to move on and sell our family house.
Today my aunty and I visited the house to see how it has changed. As we walked in my aunty started crying, I didn't ask why she was crying because I already knew. She was crying because she missed all those times she had with her parents when she was a little girl. After she had checked out the rooms she talked to the new owner of the house, they were Samoan but my aunty already knew some Samoan words because her dad (my grandpa) was half Samoan.
Today my cousins and I always sit in a secret place and talk about the sweet memories we had in the house, but the one thing I’ll always remember is the day I first entered the house.
“Families are like branches on a tree, we all grow in different directions but our roots remain the same.”
