“Sandy toes…sacred land”A cold wet feeling crept up over my toes and jerked me from my slumber. I hoped it was coming from Murray’s tongue. Oh, how I wished with all my soul that it was my little guy. When I sat up, I inhaled the ocean air, trying to feel its goodness. As I licked my lips I tasted the salt from the sea and smiled remembering my visits to the beach with my Mum in England. This was definitely not England
As I watched an ocean swell rolling straight toward me, I stood up to avoid being drenched. But I stood up too quickly and felt a wave of dizziness come over me. As I began to fall backwards, two big brown arms caught hold of me. They lowered me back down to the firm steadiness of the rough sandy beach.
“Hold on there, Nani,” a woman’s voice said. “I’ve got you and I won’t
