MY MAKA

 Tahi of my makas is my whanau and I going to my korua and kuias whare.

“Kiora”says my papa entering the whare  and dropping his bag. (He had been over seas).

“Kei te pehea koe” I ask him.

“Kei te pai” he answers.

“Tena koe” yells my mama from inside the kitchen. Where late. She starts running to the motaka.

“Haerimai.”We all start hopping into the motoka.

We arrive at kurua and kuias.

“Ah, tena koe” says my kuia. The next morning we go to the openu, then head back to our whare.

And that’s tahi of my makas. Kapai.

By Sophie Stocker.