Where the beach lay in front of me like a holiday poster, similar to the vacation poster, perfect down to the dolphins that surfed upon the foaming white waves. Up above my head, the vast periwinkle blue sky unfolded like a sheet of silk, marred only by a few stray wisps of cotton candy clouds.
Sand squelched between my toes as I walked towards the water’s edge, surfboard tucked safely under my arm. For such a beautiful day there was barely a soul to be seen, save for the lifeguard, who sat lazily in his chair, a magazine sprawled across his lap. He waved casually as I walked past, accustomed to my presence on the beach.
I started coming here with my father when I was seven. We’d wake to the sunrise across the sand and be first in the water every day. He taught me to surf, and even though he was no longer beside me, I could still feel him around me, in the water that lapped at my board, in the dolphins that kept me company now that he couldn’t. The beach was a bigger memory in itself than any photo could ever be.
Here I’ve learned, having enough cash to sweep yourself off on a dream getaway can seem like an impossible feat. But if you’re determined, you can make it happen. Even if it’s just a small sovereign or a simple drink! In the future, they might reminisce big beautiful memories.
The Momma Clan 
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