On the sofa, I enjoy a glass of red wine while looking at some baby pictures.

"Hey couldn't sleep?" Elma says coming out the bedroom.

"Yuka was crying so I got up and put her to sleep" I reply.

"I see. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just looking at some old photos."

This peaks Elma's interest. "Can I see too?"

"Yeah grab a glass."

She joins me and I pour some wine for her.

"Is that baby, you?"

"Yes"

"You look so happy there sitting in your chair. Are those pink dinosaur pajamas?"

"Yes I believe so. It was my aunt's gift."

I turn to a next photo with me on my first birthday. I was wearing a dark violet polka dot dress with red socks. I had short black hair. My mom was holding me.

"Oh my GOD! You were so cute! Not like you aren't but you know what I mean"

She picks up the album and stares intently.

"Can I turn the page?"

"Yeah sure."

She turns the page to a photo of my sister and I.

"Oh this is Nao. I remember her."

"Yeah those were happier times. We were playing house at that time. I was the baby and she was the mommy. Of course I was too young to understand any of it."

"Nao was also very pretty and tall."

"The model."

She looks over to the other page of me grabbing Nao's hair at age 2.

"Hahah you were a fussy baby, weren't you?" She takes a sip of the wine.

"Maybe" I reply, blushing.

She looks at another photo with me in my cradle, peacefully asleep."

"Awww you were a chubby baby. I want to pull those cheeks."

"My father used to say I ate out my sister's food, that's why."

She giggles and I turn the page again.

"No don't look at that one!" I cover the book fast.

"Why? Come on Nai" she forces open the cover and removes my hand.

It was me at around 2 or 3 walking in a full diaper, and crying.

Elma chuckles. "Aw someone wanted a change"

I nudge her hard. "I don't know why my dad took that photo. They got their first camera when I was born so I think they were excited to capture every thing. Hey don't stare at it!"

"You know you're cute when you get this angry" she says, looking at me with flirtatious eyes.

"It's weird how when I was a baby, you were still looking like this"

She laughs. "Well humans are sorta babies compared to us. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

She turns to the final page in the album. It was my mom and a 5 year old me. We were both standing near to each other. She and I wore pink silk dresses. We were going to my cousin's wedding in Okinawa.

"Wow... you resemble your mom a lot."

"Everyone told me I was mini mom that day."

"Elma, I'm thinking about visiting them"

"You want to visit their graves?"

"Yes it's a human custom. Do you want to come with me?"

"I would be honoured" she replies brushing my hand lightly.