I need to move to Auckland. Not because I have to. But because I want to. I’ve got advice from someone I miss so much. It feels empty and weird without him. He was the warrior, the best I could ever have. Now if you don’t relate that’s alright. Just come on and listen. But before I do, let me share my experience.
I live with 7 people. 7! That’s crazy. It was so much we couldn’t even fit around the dinner table. I also met someone. Someone that cares for my feelings. Barry. He is my best friend I met in my new school. We’d laugh, share our lunches, and do so many things together. One thing we like to do together is throwing our shoes since we hate having to wear them. Only because I’m used to barefoot. Used to it so much I feel numb to the hot burning asphalt.
Some of us boys would have a race to get to school. Pakiheas (well some) wouldn’t like it when we jumped over their fence. But we didn’t care. We dashed through vegetable patches and a lot of things. And fun was all that mattered. Welp see you when I get to
A few days later….
Once we got to the farm the only thing I wanted to do was milk the cows. Only because there’s nothing else to do. I remember Tame wanted to look at the driveway before the concrete dries. My Koro soon came out laughing with tears and I didn’t understand why. Until I saw Tame’s footprints. I sadly stood up and went up to it. Wriggling my toes so I could feel his touch and remember it one last time. Grandpa’s hand went heavy on my shoulder as we didn’t meet eyes. I wanted to tell him Tame was the one who spoiled the concrete but I didn’t. I’m pretty sure he already knew though.