According to my mother, inventing a nickname for me was not very difficult.
Exactly 24 years ago, on March 28, my parents decided to throw a hanami party for their friends.
Hanami parties, or cherry blossom viewing parties, are common in Japan. It is a centuries-old practice that prevailed in military countries.
Today, hanami parties often consist of having a picnic under the Sakura trees with people eating, drinking, singing, and having fun. People often bring food, have barbecues, or buy food from vendors.
So while my dad was working at the steakhouse, his friends took a sip of sake and my mom sat on a blanket under a cherry tree enjoying her dango I thought this was all a pretty sweet deal and wanted to join the party. fun ... And ultimately, it turned what was supposed to be a nice quiet night looking at pretty pink trees into one of massive chaos.
The barbecue burned to a crisp, my parents' friends spilled or spat her sake into a spray, and my
- It is also true, but deep down in all this, they are the same type of tree. Just think, sakura trees produce flowers year after year despite the short life of those flowers and they do not produce any fruit. The effort seems futile, but keep doing it anyway and it ends up benefiting us with its beauty. So if you look at it that way, we admire the two trees for their toughness and not just their outward appearance.I turn my head to look Travis directly in the eye and he meets my gaze with his.- You only know how to speak to escape a difficult situation, right?- Luis always said that I have a way with words. And I congratulate you for turning that tree into a test with a hidden personal agenda, ”he says with his eyes shining playfully at me.- I don't know what you're talking about, I was admiring the trees, but thank you. It's nice to know that you like hanamis for a better reason than most people.- Do you know that I could be full of th
Applause from everyone.We both sit on the grass to watch the next dancer take the stage, a young woman who, like me, is dressed in a traditional kimono, but unlike me, this girl has strong and dramatic makeup. Her face and neck are so dusty that she appears white as a ghost and her lips are painted a bright shade of red. The stark contrast between the white, red, and jet black of her hair tied up in a bun makes her look not human at all, more like a porcelain doll placed on invisible strings by a puppeteer. Even her movements are limited, like those of a puppet whose joints can only move so far in any direction.This is Kyomai's dance.It's like a slow interpretive dance with various poses and hand gestures that tell a story. It is the opposite pole of the dance that preceded it, the dance of Odori.As the night darkens, everything begins to calm down and the sakura trees are lit up with paper lanterns, giving the hanami experience a different vibe, one
Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.However, I must admit that even some jokes are quite funny, like having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can get mad and hit the ground all the time (I tried for a while until Blanca threatened to remove the town repair costs from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case-by-case basis and take them from there. Seeing how the majority of the people have learned to accept or ignore us.It's hard to believe that Travis is almost 35 today, 34 to be exact and here I am barely 24 years old. However, it is easy to put the age difference aside, when the man you are with appears to be at the same level of maturity as you and wh
"Do you want me to do it?" I ask hysterically.Travis looks like she's in fear for his life, as she should be. I mean, I knew the man was perverted but I just didn't realize how much."No, Jane! You're not going to do it! Oh, does not matter! I knew it was too weird! I knew I should never have asked you! You're so sweet here, making me dinner and dressing up for me and I screwed it all up by making that suggestion. Very sorry. Please forgive me and forget that I ever asked"I look at Travis with a pounding heart, but not for the reason he thinks. I'm not mad, I'm actually ... excited."Travis, calm down! I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I just want to clarify what exactly you want us to do"Now he seems completely bewildered as if he had just said to her: Yes, Travis… Santa Claus is real."Really?""Yes, I will do it"And just as the words leave my mouth, I'm just as surprised as he is by my willingness to do so.
Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla
Another set of high-pitched screams emanate from the apartment hallway. I roll my eyes and shake my head before heading to the front door and poking my head through it. "Travis," I say in exasperation. "That?" he asks innocently. "Haven't you had enough?" "But they like it!" The terrified look in the children's eyes when they look over their shoulders and run away from us (or should I say Travis) They say otherwise, but what can I do? Its Halloween. Kids don't want to be scared and it's not like Travis stops them from taking the candy before he scares them. The huge orange plastic bowl with printed bats flying around its rim is surprisingly nearly empty, meaning either our candy is better than the neighbors' or he's been very, very generous in delivering the treats. Seeing as things rarely happen for a single reason, I guess it's a bit of both. "Okay, but once the bowl is empty, that's it, okay?" Travis gives me a happy
In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room. He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ... "I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest. Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away. In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc
I look back at Travis thinking that all men are dense even the ones who are supposed to be geniuses. On the other hand, he seems sincere and I can't expect him to read my mind, nor do I expect him to, but seriously, he can figure out how to take down an entire organization of S-class criminals, but he can't figure this out? He's like the guy who can get sports stats or figure out how to make complicated technology work, but can't he figure it out for himself when he's a complete Neanderthal? Idiots, most of them! "The reason I got angry was that I asked you to take me seriously, but you made a joke and not only that, but the joke you made me think that all you are looking for is sex" "Oh, I see," he says in understanding. "Well, what do you know? Neanderthals can understand the obvious" " But Jane, if all she wanted was sex, then she would be running around town sleeping with anything that walks, but I don't want to. What I do want is to have the pers
5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1. "Now you can kiss the bride!" Despite all the noises from the New Year's party, all the noise is surprisingly muffled and distant, as if you hear it underwater. "Happy New Year, Mrs. Baker" he says smiling at me happily, her voice comes down from her and just for me. "Happy New Year," I say in a low voice back, returning the smile. And so we both kiss for the first time as husband and wife. When Travis and I finally break up and face people once again everyone is still yelling and clapping at us, even the ones who disapproved of our relationship at first. Yes, we have come a long way since this year, no… last year. Last year, Travis's kiss was a huge surprise to everyone, including me, so it is only appropriate to celebrate this New Year, our first anniversary, with another surprise ... a wedding. A week ago... After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and
In winter, the town becomes a place where the branches of the trees were thrown all over the streets due to the snow. Our town looks like a small fortress covered and hidden by snow but… How else could we obtain our lush vegetation if not for the large amounts of water we receive during the spring rains and winter snow? And now that all the Christmas presents have been opened, it's not surprising to see most of the villagers sledding or building snowmen or snowballs, and generally just enjoying what little is left of this day. of Christmas. However, Travis and I deviated from the larger crowds, opting to stay in the quiet Training Ground 3. Training ground 3 is also completely transformed in winter, it has been changed from a thick and herbaceous field to a barren one surrounded by the aforementioned leafless trees, its skeleton trunks and branches are now gray instead of its color. normal earthy brown. The training ground looks like a Christmas card with its virgin
I look back at Travis thinking that all men are dense even the ones who are supposed to be geniuses. On the other hand, he seems sincere and I can't expect him to read my mind, nor do I expect him to, but seriously, he can figure out how to take down an entire organization of S-class criminals, but he can't figure this out? He's like the guy who can get sports stats or figure out how to make complicated technology work, but can't he figure it out for himself when he's a complete Neanderthal? Idiots, most of them! "The reason I got angry was that I asked you to take me seriously, but you made a joke and not only that, but the joke you made me think that all you are looking for is sex" "Oh, I see," he says in understanding. "Well, what do you know? Neanderthals can understand the obvious" " But Jane, if all she wanted was sex, then she would be running around town sleeping with anything that walks, but I don't want to. What I do want is to have the pers
In the darkness of the room lit only by the pale moonlight, I notice a sad face looking at me from across the room. He always had such a sad face. Then again, that's exactly what made me approach him when I was younger, which made him my favorite above all the rest. When he was happy, I wanted to cheer him up, and when he was sad like I am now ... "I know exactly how you feel," I murmur, lifting Bunny off the dusty shelf and hugging him tightly to my chest. Dark, wet spots are beginning to appear on top of his shaggy head, but he's used to it by now. He just soaks them through, absorbing the tears until they finally dry and I feel better again. He was always a comfort to me, which only makes me feel even more guilty for abandoning him, for putting him aside because I thought he was too old for him, at least I didn't throw it away. In truth, you can never get over what makes you feel safe. Even the toughest of us, the ones who refuse to admit we do suc
Another set of high-pitched screams emanate from the apartment hallway. I roll my eyes and shake my head before heading to the front door and poking my head through it. "Travis," I say in exasperation. "That?" he asks innocently. "Haven't you had enough?" "But they like it!" The terrified look in the children's eyes when they look over their shoulders and run away from us (or should I say Travis) They say otherwise, but what can I do? Its Halloween. Kids don't want to be scared and it's not like Travis stops them from taking the candy before he scares them. The huge orange plastic bowl with printed bats flying around its rim is surprisingly nearly empty, meaning either our candy is better than the neighbors' or he's been very, very generous in delivering the treats. Seeing as things rarely happen for a single reason, I guess it's a bit of both. "Okay, but once the bowl is empty, that's it, okay?" Travis gives me a happy
Seeing how we have repositioned ourselves and back to where we left off, Travis Number Two stands very close to me so that I can continue right where he also left off, holding my hair to continue kissing and sucking on the back, the sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.I'm getting used to this extravagance of kisses when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently glide up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent. , the double sensation is turning me on much faster than if it had been just a pair of hands.And then the hands start to wander and the touches are less and less innocent. A pair of hands rub up and down the outside of my thighs, causing my already short skirt to sit a little higher with each stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is slowly beginning to unzip the back of my dress. It's Travis Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bareback, he pla
"Do you want me to do it?" I ask hysterically.Travis looks like she's in fear for his life, as she should be. I mean, I knew the man was perverted but I just didn't realize how much."No, Jane! You're not going to do it! Oh, does not matter! I knew it was too weird! I knew I should never have asked you! You're so sweet here, making me dinner and dressing up for me and I screwed it all up by making that suggestion. Very sorry. Please forgive me and forget that I ever asked"I look at Travis with a pounding heart, but not for the reason he thinks. I'm not mad, I'm actually ... excited."Travis, calm down! I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I just want to clarify what exactly you want us to do"Now he seems completely bewildered as if he had just said to her: Yes, Travis… Santa Claus is real."Really?""Yes, I will do it"And just as the words leave my mouth, I'm just as surprised as he is by my willingness to do so.
Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.However, I must admit that even some jokes are quite funny, like having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can get mad and hit the ground all the time (I tried for a while until Blanca threatened to remove the town repair costs from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case-by-case basis and take them from there. Seeing how the majority of the people have learned to accept or ignore us.It's hard to believe that Travis is almost 35 today, 34 to be exact and here I am barely 24 years old. However, it is easy to put the age difference aside, when the man you are with appears to be at the same level of maturity as you and wh
Applause from everyone.We both sit on the grass to watch the next dancer take the stage, a young woman who, like me, is dressed in a traditional kimono, but unlike me, this girl has strong and dramatic makeup. Her face and neck are so dusty that she appears white as a ghost and her lips are painted a bright shade of red. The stark contrast between the white, red, and jet black of her hair tied up in a bun makes her look not human at all, more like a porcelain doll placed on invisible strings by a puppeteer. Even her movements are limited, like those of a puppet whose joints can only move so far in any direction.This is Kyomai's dance.It's like a slow interpretive dance with various poses and hand gestures that tell a story. It is the opposite pole of the dance that preceded it, the dance of Odori.As the night darkens, everything begins to calm down and the sakura trees are lit up with paper lanterns, giving the hanami experience a different vibe, one