Hēmi looked up at the boy who had run up and gotten onto the swing beside him. "Are we allowed to do that?" he asked cautiously, looking around for a moment as though there might be a sign that indicated what they could and could not do on the swings. He'd been told off enough times by his kuia*...
It was a freshfaced Saturday, with all the markings of a unusually bright winter's day. Hēmi had decided to go along with his mum to Brightstone Village, mostly for a change of pace. He liked being at home but he got a little restless if things stayed the same for too long. He'd decided his...
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