Not bad and so very nice to be able to go back to the Convenience Store by the Sea.
Looking at the arrays of speciality sweets arranged in the storefronts, the unfamiliar landscape, the tourists floating along in their own worlds, Shino felt as if she were walking through an unknown, faraway land, even though she was practically right in her own backyard. It was an unexpected feeling, different from everyday life. She felt like she, too, was floating, and her stride lightened.
She had come almost by accident and hadn't thought there was much to see, but now that she was here, part of her was a little excited. Shino looked at a map of the area on her phone. One nice thing about Mojikō was that a lot of the sights within walking distance. Stately buildings were scattered throughout the neighbourhood, and they were full of history and beauty. The furniture and accessories on display, too, were also spectacular.
Shino had gone through a period when she had been obsessed with Taishō Romance video games, and one of the rooms she saw could have been pulled straight out of the world of those games, leaving her enchanted in spite of herself.
The twinge of guilt she had felt about skipping school completely evaporated. Her spirit lightened, and she thought to herself, I really needed a reset, didn't I? Hm, what to do next? There's the Idemitsu Museum of Arts. Should I go there?'
Perched lightly on the guardrail separating the promenade from the traffic, she did a quick search on her phone. All she had was her allowance, so she couldn't do anything fancy. Just then, she noticed a comment on social media: 'The Tenderness there is wild!' Tenderness? Did they mean the convenience store? Confused, she tried to swipe back to the comment, but for some reason all it said was 'Deleted.' 'Huh?'
When she thought about it, Shino had only really s Mitsue once each year for most of her life. Takao wasn't the type to go home with any regularity, and when the family did have free time, Yumi always wanted to go to Shimonoseki, in the opposite direction, to visit her own parents. Shino saw her maternal grandparents often, and so they were very close. But her father's mother, whom they had only ever rarely seen, seemed distant and unapproachable. It felt as if she were always scrutinising Shino's every word and deed, and it made her feel inadequate.
Perhaps her grandmother also felt unequal to the task of dealing with the grandchild she saw so rarely. Perhaps she felt the same about her son and his daughter-in-law, who hardly ever visited. And yet, when they came to her weeping and begging for help, she said nothing, left her old life behind and came with them. Shino bit her lip hard. She suddenly felt like a terrible person. She had dismissed her grandmother's earlier conduct as the unpleasant behaviour of a cranky old woman, and observed the furore over her recent changes as if it was a spectator sport. It was no different from how her classmates had treated her when she was dumped. They had all simply enjoyed the show, looking down from above without kindness or care, while someone's feelings were being shredded. She had felt this pain herself, and still remained indifferent to someone so close suffering through a similar situation.
Shino took a covert glance at her grandmother. As Mitsue chatted with the other ladies in the
occasionally light on the roses in the vase. Sometimes she'd give a gentle smile. I've never really given anyone a gift like this, or received one, so I wasn't sure what was right.
So, Shino thought, a really incredible love can come, at any age, and can make you happy no matter how old you are. I wonder if Il find a healing love like that someday.
Shino felt just a twinge of envy. Then she realised something. Even though it was weird to be jealous of her grandmother's love, it was also pretty cool to have a grandmother who had found a love that even her grandmother.
But, despite all that, you are an impressive young woman, Shino. You know that, right? Mitsue ran her highly decorated fingernails gently through Shino's hair. You were treated poorly, but you stood firm, didn't you?
We all must protect what's important to us, always. People sometimes lose sight of this. Some let people walk all over them and think there's nothing to be done about it. I was like that. I was foolish enough to allow myself to be treated poorly. I thought it was selfish to protect
what I cared about, that a good wife wouldn't do that. And now I'm sorry I felt that way. But, Shino, young as you are, you knew what was important. And that's impressive, isn't it?"
The concern in her vo1ce and the comfort of her touch moved Shino to tears once again. First a single drop fell, then another. Wiping them away, she felt the pain of her first lost love slowly transform, along with the unhappy thoughts that had been eating at her heart. 'Here, Shino. Taste this. ' Azusa held out the paper bag containing the éclair. When we taste something sweet, the heart gets just a little bit fuller. Even more so when we Smiled at Shino, who.
we share with others. Right?' She smiles smiled back awkwardly.
I want to be someone like that, she thought. Someone who can be there to console you during hard times, who will sit by your side while your wounds are healing.
Frustration detours and hold-ups if you don't face those, you wont appreciate what you do achieve. How can you care about
something you take for granted? The hard-won prize shines brightest.
That things were just going to be that way, and he could accept it, But there was a clear voice inside him, worrying about a future devoid of possibility, and he was beginning to feel like he cnuldn't ignore that voice any longer. Time was passing
him by, while he limped along, resigned to his fate. He needed to grapple with the problem. If things kept on as they were, not only would he fail to appreciate all that he'd been given, but he might even come to resent it.
Maybe he should go back home, try telling his parents about the doubts he was having?
Man, what's got into me? he thought. I hardly recognise myself It was hard to believe he could really face up to the doubts that had been eating away at him all these years, confront the unhappiness from which he had always averted
his gaze. Could someone change their outlook so easily? Maybe that was just how it worked. A kind glance, a casual
but caring word - these things gave you a little push. A gentle force that could change people. He looked up. High above him, a white bird drew a graceful arc across the deep blue sky.
But my teacher got mad and made terrible face. He said it was deplorable, that he had thought better of me. Also, that it was unforgiveable, the worst thing someone could do.
And I thought he was right. I was so ashamed of myself that I wanted to disappear forever. After my teacher left and I was going home with my mother, I started to cry and told her how sorry I was. And my mother said only that if I was terribly sorry. I would never do it again. Children are immature creatures she said. They make many mistakes and sometimes do the wrong
thing, so we should never scold them the first-time round. Instead, we encourage them to feel regret and reflect upon their actions, and to be sure it does not happen again. That is how a person becomes an adult.
Kurihara was sharing a precious memory with her. Mizuki listened intently in silence. When I asked my mother if she would ever forgive me, she said: When the people we love make mistakes, we must try to overcome them together. Kurihara chuckled in remembrance, her eyes crinkling behind the lenses of her glasses. She told me she wanted to share in my sorrow.
over my failures and mistakes. That she would listen to my reflections, face all problems by my side, and watch over me so that they would never happen again. Because she loved me. I was so, so happy. Oh what a good mother, thought Mizuki. Kurihara was clearly a child raised by wonderful parents. Kurihara's gentle expression seemed strangely radiant as she spoke, and Mizuki felt a vague sense of wonder. In response, Kurihara laid her hand - one size smaller than
Mizuki's-over her clenched fist and gave it a timid squeeze.
'Mizuki, if you are feeling sorry about bullying anyone, then let us be sorry together. Let us agree to make sure it never happens again. Do you think that might work?