My mother, father and I went to visit Moloa ‘ a on Kaua ‘ i when I was about ten-years old. Our ‘ohana had a house there and it was one of my kulaiwi in Hawai ‘ i. The places where my ancestors lived, loved and were buried. It was my first trip there and the memories were magical. At one point, my mother and father took a walk on the beach while I stayed in the house with my Aunty Julia and Aunty Aggie. I fell asleep and when I woke up, my parents had returned. My mother looked a little flush and red in the face with puffy eyes. I heard my father telling the story of what happened. My mother and father were walking along the sandy beach, and my mother was picking up little shells as they walked. Then all of a sudden, my mother collapsed to her knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. My father didn’t know if she was hurt or was having a medical condition and rushed to her. She was alright, just sobbing from deep emotion. He consoled her, and when she was able to stand ...