Amari's home, the small African village of Ziavi, is described lovingly:
“Amari loved the rusty brown dirt of Ziavi. The path, hard-packed from thousands of bare feet that had trod on it for decades, was flanked on both sides by fat, fruit-laden mango trees, the sweet smell of which always seemed to welcome her home.”
The village is welcoming, symbolized by the "hard-packed" path. Anyone who makes their way to this place can expect kindness....
