The Story Of Sendoh Akira And I
Chapter Ten
Memories of the Past
It was the same playground where Akira and I had first met.
I took a good look around. Everything was the same. Same swings, same monkey bars, same.. everything. I went over to the swings, fondly touched the particular metal chain that supported the seat Akira had sat on. I sat down on it. I closed my eyes as I remembered my past.
I still remembered how we met. That we would always come to this playground. Always. Ever since the day we met. And we would come together. I still remembered how sad Akira had looked when he told me that he was moving away. It was here, at this exact same spot.
But even after he had moved, we continued meeting each other here. Right up till I was seven years old. My family and I migrated that year. I remember how hard we had cried when we found out. But it was just for one day. The next day I left. I never knew his address, so I couldn't write letters to him. My parents would not tell me either.
When we reached England, I fell into depression. I know its quite unusual for a seven year old to be depressed but I was, alright. I was depressed from being so far away from Akira. So depressed, I stopped eating and cried the whole day for a week and I didn't go to school either. In the end, I almost died from malnutrition but I managed to stay alive, thanks to the kind lady doctor who treated me, Dr. Sarah McLean.
She took care of me and made sure I recovered. She loved me and I knew it. She was the first person apart from my parents and servants who had ever loved me. I was so touched by her love that I started eating regularly and I stopped crying. All just for her. A year later, she helped me see sense that crying my heart out won't make my parents send me back to Japan. So I stayed on in England for the next seven years.
I would always hope that we might return to Japan forever, though. And finally we did. I re-opened my eyes and smiled a graceful smile that brought out a dimple in my left cheek. I was so happy, I jumped for joy. Of course, I would miss my friends in England, Spain, Italy and France, but I had all of their addresses, so I could always write a letter or two to them.
Jumping up from the swing, I made up my mind to fax each and everyone of them. They had also given me their fax and telephone numbers. I ran all the way home, fully aware that two hours had passed since I had left school and basketball practice would end soon. The moment I slammed the door of my room closed, I dropped my bag and went straight to my study table.
I began writing a full account of what had happened ever since I had returned. I also apologized to my friends for not contacting them. It took me a whole half hour to write the letter. It was in English and I spent the next hour translating it into Spanish, Italian and French and also Latin for one very special friend, Arwena. Then I dashed to the fax machine in my room and sent a fax to each of them, according to their language.
By the time I was finished, it was about 6.30 pm. I slowly enjoyed a bubble bath while writing a letter to my cousin, Lisa 'Summer' Montague, of my mother's side of the family. She lived all the way in Portugal with her family and speaks, reads and writes perfect English like me. While her nickname was 'Summer', mine was 'Winter'. Her sister, Louise was 'Spring' and another cousin, Minerva was 'Autumn'. Minerva's cat was 'Maple' and Lisa's was 'Oak'. My cat, which died last year after being struck by a car, was 'Mistletoe'. I had considered getting a 'Mistletoe the Second' but I have not decided yet.
I sighed and stopped writing then finished the bath before I turned into a prune. Then I took my own sweet time patting my body to dry it and changing into a loose T-shirt and short pants (and I AM wearing underwear!), after which I decided to go downstairs.
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AN : I noticed some mistakes earlier but I was too lazy to change it.. gomen minna! I also need you to help me decide. which is better? A happy, romantic ending or a sad one? I prefer the sad one cos I won't have to think so much but pls help me decide minna! (And no, its not going to end very soon). Oh yeah. aherm. I'm very pleased to say *drumrolls* that my sister is coming homw in December! (clap hands, clap hands..) Yay! Cheer lah!
Chapter Ten
Memories of the Past
It was the same playground where Akira and I had first met.
I took a good look around. Everything was the same. Same swings, same monkey bars, same.. everything. I went over to the swings, fondly touched the particular metal chain that supported the seat Akira had sat on. I sat down on it. I closed my eyes as I remembered my past.
I still remembered how we met. That we would always come to this playground. Always. Ever since the day we met. And we would come together. I still remembered how sad Akira had looked when he told me that he was moving away. It was here, at this exact same spot.
But even after he had moved, we continued meeting each other here. Right up till I was seven years old. My family and I migrated that year. I remember how hard we had cried when we found out. But it was just for one day. The next day I left. I never knew his address, so I couldn't write letters to him. My parents would not tell me either.
When we reached England, I fell into depression. I know its quite unusual for a seven year old to be depressed but I was, alright. I was depressed from being so far away from Akira. So depressed, I stopped eating and cried the whole day for a week and I didn't go to school either. In the end, I almost died from malnutrition but I managed to stay alive, thanks to the kind lady doctor who treated me, Dr. Sarah McLean.
She took care of me and made sure I recovered. She loved me and I knew it. She was the first person apart from my parents and servants who had ever loved me. I was so touched by her love that I started eating regularly and I stopped crying. All just for her. A year later, she helped me see sense that crying my heart out won't make my parents send me back to Japan. So I stayed on in England for the next seven years.
I would always hope that we might return to Japan forever, though. And finally we did. I re-opened my eyes and smiled a graceful smile that brought out a dimple in my left cheek. I was so happy, I jumped for joy. Of course, I would miss my friends in England, Spain, Italy and France, but I had all of their addresses, so I could always write a letter or two to them.
Jumping up from the swing, I made up my mind to fax each and everyone of them. They had also given me their fax and telephone numbers. I ran all the way home, fully aware that two hours had passed since I had left school and basketball practice would end soon. The moment I slammed the door of my room closed, I dropped my bag and went straight to my study table.
I began writing a full account of what had happened ever since I had returned. I also apologized to my friends for not contacting them. It took me a whole half hour to write the letter. It was in English and I spent the next hour translating it into Spanish, Italian and French and also Latin for one very special friend, Arwena. Then I dashed to the fax machine in my room and sent a fax to each of them, according to their language.
By the time I was finished, it was about 6.30 pm. I slowly enjoyed a bubble bath while writing a letter to my cousin, Lisa 'Summer' Montague, of my mother's side of the family. She lived all the way in Portugal with her family and speaks, reads and writes perfect English like me. While her nickname was 'Summer', mine was 'Winter'. Her sister, Louise was 'Spring' and another cousin, Minerva was 'Autumn'. Minerva's cat was 'Maple' and Lisa's was 'Oak'. My cat, which died last year after being struck by a car, was 'Mistletoe'. I had considered getting a 'Mistletoe the Second' but I have not decided yet.
I sighed and stopped writing then finished the bath before I turned into a prune. Then I took my own sweet time patting my body to dry it and changing into a loose T-shirt and short pants (and I AM wearing underwear!), after which I decided to go downstairs.
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AN : I noticed some mistakes earlier but I was too lazy to change it.. gomen minna! I also need you to help me decide. which is better? A happy, romantic ending or a sad one? I prefer the sad one cos I won't have to think so much but pls help me decide minna! (And no, its not going to end very soon). Oh yeah. aherm. I'm very pleased to say *drumrolls* that my sister is coming homw in December! (clap hands, clap hands..) Yay! Cheer lah!