Just a little story about a not so normal girl. Starting on a journey of life. From the beginning of time, we begin the adventure of a small girl in a big world...
May contain some Hawaiian with translations...
Silence, no birds, no dogs, no roosters could be heard. It seemed as if the tension in the room was like a curtain in a room with no wind. It seemed that one could literally cut through the tension with a knife if they wished. But this silence was not a welcomed silence it was the silence of death. One that killed and took away the ones we loved. But all was cut short as a piercing cry could be heard. A blood-curdling scream of a mother who had lost her child. Quickly followed by moans of grief one could hear the cries of everyone but one in this once cheerful home.
Quickly attempting to hush her family members Tutu quickly looked to her daughter with tears in her eyes. But with a move so quick that no one could process it fast enough Tutu grabbed the baby and walked out at a fast pace with a hint of determination. Briskly following Tutu the ʻohana watched and followed as tutu walked to the pali of south point. With a voice so strong and voice so clear Tutu chanted, she chanted to the winds, chanted to the skies, she chanted to the fading sun, and she chanted to the sea. And if one listened close one could hear the gentle slamming of the kai against the pali as if answering her wish with a gentle call. Seeing this as a sign Tutu walked down to the bottom of the pali and walked to the edge of the pond now known as the Hōnū lagoon. Gently placing the baby in the ocean the ʻohana watched with fascination as Tutu placed the baby in the pond and the hōnū quickly glided towards the child. As if the baby was one of their own the hōnū quickly took the baby under their fins and disappeared.
Quickly reappearing with the baby on top of their beautiful jade strong shell backs the hōnū quietly glided towards tutu and stopped and swam among her ankles stopping just in front of her. As if having their own conversation one could see an elderly lady picking up a baby from the water and seemingly nodding at the wind that picked up her hair and swirled it around her in a curtain of gray. As if perfectly timed a gentle rain began to fall down the faces of this family mixed with the family's salty tears one could hear the joyous cries of both a newborn child and a rejoiced family.
And this is where I got the name Pōmaikaʻiakealoha, which in turn means Gods blessing or love because I was the blessing and gift from God when all seemed lost.
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