It was the start of summer break, and my parents took me and my little brother Mason to the airport to fly to Hawaii. It took hours to get there, but finally we had made it and got off the plane together. Our grandma was waiting for us inside the airport. We pulled our suitcases towards the entrance where we saw our grandma waving back at us.
"Grandma!", we both yelled while running to our grandma, dragging our suitcases behind us.
My grandma was a very traditional woman, she always told us stories from her past and gave us souvenirs to take back home in California. She was also very peaceful and friendly to literally everyone. For example, a beggar stole her purse and ran off with it, but she was able to catch him and when she found him, she asked for her purse and when he gave it to her, she gave him money in return and fruits too! Anyways... back to the story.
"Hi, my precious babies, how have you been?", she said with a smile.
"We have been great, we couldn't wait to see you again!", we both said cheerfully.
"Alrighty, let's head to the beach house and get you kids settled in."
"Okay grandma!", we both said.