In this memory, I am five years old. It is a weekend morning. My mother is vacuuming the floor of our tiny apartment. I am sitting on the floor with my dolls, and my brother is playing with his toy buses. The sound of the vacuum cleaner is piercing through the rooms, and I can […]
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Ever since my family moved to a house in the suburb when I was six, my father was an ardent gardener. Every day, whenever he got the time, he would go out in our small family garden to water the plants, pluck the weeds and take care of the hedges. Since my mother was not
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In this memory, I am five years old. There are many festivals in the neighbourhood of our community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments since this is one of the older part of town. The local shop owners in the area organize a number of different festivals in summer to entertain the residents. Many of them take
I was waiting for my perfect day to unfoldThe kind where I wake up to the sound of birdsFeeling light and fresh and restedFollowed by my morning practice and A peaceful breakfast in the kitchenThen I jump into my workEnergized and readyLike I’ve been waiting for that moment my entire life InsteadWhen I woke upBirds
In this memory, I am five years old. One evening, my parents tell me that we are going to the community’s annual night festival that is happening just a short walk away from our tiny half-dilapidated apartment, on the premise of the nearby shinto shrine. After dinner, the four of us all walk to the
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Several summers ago, during my visit to Japan, my family went to a local hot spring not far from my parents’ home. This was a place where we used to regularly visit for a quick relaxation since when I was young. It was no fancy place. Though they had a good collection of baths including
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I am five years old in this memory. Recently, my father is reading “The Hobbit” for my bedside story. It is the thickest book he has ever read me. I admire the beauty of this book all the time – its beautiful blue cover, the fresh fragrance of the smooth paper inside, and the bookmark
