My Whanau Story
MY WHANAU STORY
“Mum you have to smile!”
Grandma rolled her eyes and shot a cheeky grin at the camera. Mum looked at the camera’s photos and rolled her eyes. “Come on your taxi’s here”, Mum sarcastically whispered to Grandma. Grandma’s legs turned to noodles and her stomach was twisting and turning. She grabbed her bags and slowly opened the door.
Cool, damp air poured into her flat and her porch light flickered to life. A small fly buzzed around her as she made her way to the gate. Grandma threw open the gate to be greeted by the taxi driver. His light above the car shone in her eyes, blinding her for a second, but she carried on touching the handle for the car door. She handed her bags to the driver and jumped in the vehicle.
The car reeked like chocolate and the seats were hard, but she didn't care. Mum waved her goodbye and the taxi roared to life. The ride was quick and soon the blinding lights of the city were shining through the car windows. She grabbed her bags and made her way to the airport gates. She pushed the doors open and made her way over to customs. After five minutes of checking, she was in line for the flight. The doors opened and the flight attendants let her through. The engine rumbled like a thousand lions roaring and soon she was sitting on her seat. Excitement and adrenaline pumped through her and the plane shot forward.
She was going home, to the UK.
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