November 2022

Memory of a morning and the snow

On Christmas morning when I was five, I woke up and found everything outside was covered in white snow. It wasn’t the first snow, but it was the first time the snow had stayed on the ground that winter. From the balcony of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment, I saw the white snow shining bright everywhere […]

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Sibling Fight Routine

When I was little, I had a brother three years younger than me. Since our age difference was small, as soon as he started walking and talking, we became great playmates. We watched TV programs together, played with Sailor Moon toys together, and went on many imaginary adventures together in our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. Although

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When I longed for a shoulder bag

When I was in kindergarten, there were two kinds of schoolbags that children carried. They were both yellow in colour, but one was a backpack and the other was a shoulder bag. My mother had a firm belief that a backpack was better for my shoulders since it was evenly balanced. So, when I entered

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Pollen allergy, the agony.

The spring when I turned thirteen, I started having allergic reactions to tree pollen. In many parts of Japan, March through May is the biggest pollen season of the year. People who are allergic to pollen from Japanese cypress and cedar trees have a hard time during this season. In March that year, I remember

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Autumn food memory: oden

Oden is a Japanese one-pot soup dish that is very popular throughout autumn and winter seasons in Japan. The dish consists of boiled root vegetables, eggs, and processed fishcakes, all stewed in a large claypot. When the air gets cooler and the leaves start falling in autumn, oden starts to make a frequent appearance at

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Hiding and Waving

When I was about five years old, I used to love sitting by one of the three windows of my home. Our apartment block was located at the edge of the community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments, and this window was facing the outside of our community. Located at the second floor, from the window, I

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