In September, before the Tsunami, our island hosted the Magic Circus of Samoa, from our neighbor country. We brought Siriana and Helen and many of our neighborhood friends were there. It was their first circus. Erick and I, and all other adults I spoke with, were truly amazed at what a wonderful circus it was. It was like one you would envision from the railroad days, akin to that described in 'Water for Elephants' minus the Elephants. Helen had a GRAND time. Siriana on the other hand had a TERRIBLE time. Every time that the tent darkened between acts she would burst into frightful tears and exclaim 'Home, Home, I wanna go Home!' During intermission we encouraged her to stay and bought an overpriced light-up purple bracelet. This seemed to cure her fears and we survived the second act. When we got to the car she asked if we could go to the circus again.
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