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The Family in Kyoto 1. Japanese Girl Got Freedom
Written by Hidemi Woods
Narrated by Hidemi Woods
No Place to Go
My Parents Married by an Arranged Marriage
Marriage used to be a knot between two families,not individuals in Japan.
A mutual acquaintance introduced my parents toboth families with their photographs.
Although my parents didn't like each other, thetie as the family seemed favorable to theirparents.
My mother agreed with the marriage very unwillingly after the fortune teller said that she wouldhandle money by the million if she married myfather.
As for my father, he reluctantly obeyed hisparents' decision because he had never said no tohis father in his life.
A month after the wedding, my mother decided toleave my father because she couldn't stand to livewith his parents any longer.
She went back to her parents' home, but her fatherdidn't allow her to come back.
She had no place to go and gave in to her dismalmarriage, and I was born.
I wasn't the result of a happy marriage, but Iembodied my mother's resignation.
The Family in Kyoto
One Japanese Girl Got Freedom
Written by Hidemi Woods
Narrated by Hidemi Woods
Dolls Festival
The Dolls Festival in Japan is for celebratinggirls, and they decorate old-style dolls onstepped shelves.
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The festival I had when I was 12 years old coincided with a day to know whether I passed or failedthe entrance examination for the best privatejunior high school in the city.
In Japan, each candidate is given an applicantnumber, and a school releases the numbers of thepast ones on big boards put up in a school.
After excruciating two years that I attended thesupplementary private school for the examadditionally after finishing a whole day at theelementary school, I was reasonably confident.
I went to see the announcement boards with myparents and my younger sister.
It was a big day for my family, as the resultwould more or less decide my future.
In front of the boards, I was astounded.
My number wasn't there.
I failed.
On our way home, we stopped at a bakery for cakefor the Dolls Festival.
While my mother and my sister went in the bakery,I was waiting in the car with my father.
It started to snow.
I still can vividly picture those snowflakesfalling and melting on the windshield.
I had never felt so devastated before.
In the evening, my mother took a bath with me, andshe wailed, saying,
I'm so disappointed again and again.
Because I wasn't used to seeing her crying, mydespair turned fear.
The fear that I made a fatal, catastrophic error.
Since then, every year on the Dolls Festival,
I remember that year's festival.
The Family in Kyoto
One Japanese Girl Got Freedom
Written by Kitemi Woods
Narrated by Kitemi Woods
The Family in Kyoto
One Japanese Girl Got Freedom
Written by Kitemi Woods
Narrated by Kitemi Woods
Just Clearing Your Eyes
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My father was an attentive father.
He treated me so nicely throughout my childhood.
My mother didn't like how he treated me
because she believed he was just spoiling me.
Every time he did a nice thing to me, she gotangry.
To avoid her anger,
he had learned to give me a treat without herpresence.
Near my home was a temple famous for the five-storied pagoda,
and a fair was held along the approach to it oncea month.
A relative of ours had a booth at the fair,
and my father helped carry merchandise everymonth.
He never forgot to get some toys for me there.
There was no greater pleasure for me
than seeing him entering the house
waving some playhouse items to me.
Of course he was scolded by my mother when shecaught it.
I usually slept beside my grandparents,
and I had suffered from chronic insomnia in mychildhood.
Once in a while,
I had a happy occasion to sleep with my parents
when my grandparents were on their trip.
On one of those occasions,
my mother was taking a bath
when my father came to futon next to me.
Since my parents didn't know about my insomnia,
he was surprised I was still awake.
He thought I couldn't sleep because I was toohungry.
Not to be caught by my mother,
he stealthily got out of the room,
sneaked into the kitchen,
made a rice ball and brought it to me.
He told me to finish it
before my mother came out of the bathroom.
Seeing me devouring it,
he said that he had never made a rice ball byhimself before
and didn't know how.
It was surely the ugliest rice ball,
but the most delicious one I had ever had.
My mother also didn't like to see me cry.
She had told me not to cry
because crying made me look like an idiot.
While my little sister cried all the time,
I tried not to as hard as I could.
But as a small child,
I sometimes couldn't help it
and my mother would get angry with me for crying.
In those cases,
my father always said to me,'
You're not crying, are you?You
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're just clearing your eyes, right?'I
hadn't noticed until recentlythat
there are the exact words in my song Sunrise.I
've put his words unconsciously.
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