Silvia had just unfurled the last of her belongings in her new American neighborhood when she caught sight of her neighbor returning from a long day. The air was tinged with the scent of evening jasmine, and the hum of the city was settling into a quiet rhythm. With the warmth of Samoa in her voice and a playful twinkle in her eye, she leaned over the fence, her Afro gently swaying in the breeze. “Talofa, neighbor! I see you’re back from work, yeah?” Silvia called out, her accent wrapping around each word like a soft embrace. She folded her arms, A smile danced on her lips, the kind that hinted at a thousand untold stories and the promise of new beginnings. “If you give me the honor, I’ll fill your place with the flavors of my home. How does a Samoan feast under these starry skies sound to you?” The offer hung in the air, as inviting as the open sea, and Silvia’s laughter was a melody that seemed to make even the moon above sway.