Rain, rain, go away.
Come again another day.
At least, that's what I wish would happen now.
I'm sitting here in this dull airport.
Waiting for our flight to come in.
We've heard that there would be a delay due to all of this rain.
Well, that's to be expected.
After all, today was the day where my husband and I would leave.
For our second honeymoon, that is.
Why are you looking at me like that, Makoto?
She's sitting there in front of me, reading a cookbook.
She wanted to make us a come back soon cake with her Easy-Bake
oven.
But it broke.
Her cousin wanted to see how long it would take for a rat to die
in an Easy-Bake oven.
It took four hours, twenty-two minutes, and fifteen seconds.
He decided to use Makoto's pet rat for the experiment.
Makoto never forgave him for that act.
I had to buy her another Easy-Bake over and another pet rat.
All because of her cousin's cruelty.
He was my nephew.
Such a toad-like little brat from the nine levels of Hell.
He was thrilled that Makoto cried her heart and soul out.
Luckily, she had me, her father, and her friend, Shinosaki, to
cheer her up about it.
If it weren't for Makoto's pleading to not hurt him, I would've
kicked the shit out of my nephew.
Yes, I have a nasty temper when it comes to Makoto.
I hate it when she gets hurt.
Because, then, I have to find someone to blame for the cause of
her pain.
Even my husband has suffered my wrath once.
Makoto has my overprotective disposition and my temper.
I guess that's why I always receive letters from teachers that
tell me that she's been in a fight at school.
She once came home with lots of bruises.
She was beaten up by a boy.
Because she was defending her friends.
There was no way in hell that I was going to allow that boy get
away with it.
So, I enrolled her in judo classes.
She learned how to take her anger out positively.
And to defend herself, in case that jerk ever came back.
He did come back.
This time, he was the one crying home to his mother.
And my Makoto came back as a champion.
Then, one day, she came home in tears.
All because girls didn't want her to play house with them.
So, to balance her out, I taught her how to cook and clean.
You know, give her a feminine side that balances out her tough,
aggressive side.
And, I inspired her dream.
She had decided that she wanted to be a chef that ran her own
restaurant.
I smile at that.
Becoming a chef was an excellent idea.
So, on the weekends, I took her along with me to my job.
I work as a Home Economics teacher in a college.
All of my students love Makoto.
They think of her as a precious, little darling.
Even though she's tall for her age.
She gets that from her father.
All of her relatives are tall on his side of the family.
I'm leaving Makoto in the care of his family while we're on our
vacation.
But, there was one problem.
My husband hates planes.
I roll my eyes at him, annoyed that he would be afraid of a steel
bird.
Well, a gigantic steel bird that can crash at any point in time
if the plane fucks up for some idiotic reason.
I keep telling him to not be such a fucking pansy.
Then, he kindly reminds me to not curse in front of Makoto.
...Sorry for my language, Makoto.
Old habits tend to die hard.
You laugh cheerfully.
You're amused that I simply don't give a shit what people think
about my behavior.
I guess I'm just a brash, crassy old lady.
Then, my husband kindly points out that I'm only thirty-five.
Geez, thanks a lot, sweetheart.
But, did you have to remind me exactly HOW old I am?
Of course, Makoto doesn't care how old I am.
She just hopes that I come back soon from my trip.
And so, when our flight number is called, I give Makoto one last
hug before we head for our plane.
...Stop squeezing my arm so tightly, dear husband of mine.
This plane isn't going to crash, you big lunkhead!
Come again another day.
At least, that's what I wish would happen now.
I'm sitting here in this dull airport.
Waiting for our flight to come in.
We've heard that there would be a delay due to all of this rain.
Well, that's to be expected.
After all, today was the day where my husband and I would leave.
For our second honeymoon, that is.
Why are you looking at me like that, Makoto?
She's sitting there in front of me, reading a cookbook.
She wanted to make us a come back soon cake with her Easy-Bake
oven.
But it broke.
Her cousin wanted to see how long it would take for a rat to die
in an Easy-Bake oven.
It took four hours, twenty-two minutes, and fifteen seconds.
He decided to use Makoto's pet rat for the experiment.
Makoto never forgave him for that act.
I had to buy her another Easy-Bake over and another pet rat.
All because of her cousin's cruelty.
He was my nephew.
Such a toad-like little brat from the nine levels of Hell.
He was thrilled that Makoto cried her heart and soul out.
Luckily, she had me, her father, and her friend, Shinosaki, to
cheer her up about it.
If it weren't for Makoto's pleading to not hurt him, I would've
kicked the shit out of my nephew.
Yes, I have a nasty temper when it comes to Makoto.
I hate it when she gets hurt.
Because, then, I have to find someone to blame for the cause of
her pain.
Even my husband has suffered my wrath once.
Makoto has my overprotective disposition and my temper.
I guess that's why I always receive letters from teachers that
tell me that she's been in a fight at school.
She once came home with lots of bruises.
She was beaten up by a boy.
Because she was defending her friends.
There was no way in hell that I was going to allow that boy get
away with it.
So, I enrolled her in judo classes.
She learned how to take her anger out positively.
And to defend herself, in case that jerk ever came back.
He did come back.
This time, he was the one crying home to his mother.
And my Makoto came back as a champion.
Then, one day, she came home in tears.
All because girls didn't want her to play house with them.
So, to balance her out, I taught her how to cook and clean.
You know, give her a feminine side that balances out her tough,
aggressive side.
And, I inspired her dream.
She had decided that she wanted to be a chef that ran her own
restaurant.
I smile at that.
Becoming a chef was an excellent idea.
So, on the weekends, I took her along with me to my job.
I work as a Home Economics teacher in a college.
All of my students love Makoto.
They think of her as a precious, little darling.
Even though she's tall for her age.
She gets that from her father.
All of her relatives are tall on his side of the family.
I'm leaving Makoto in the care of his family while we're on our
vacation.
But, there was one problem.
My husband hates planes.
I roll my eyes at him, annoyed that he would be afraid of a steel
bird.
Well, a gigantic steel bird that can crash at any point in time
if the plane fucks up for some idiotic reason.
I keep telling him to not be such a fucking pansy.
Then, he kindly reminds me to not curse in front of Makoto.
...Sorry for my language, Makoto.
Old habits tend to die hard.
You laugh cheerfully.
You're amused that I simply don't give a shit what people think
about my behavior.
I guess I'm just a brash, crassy old lady.
Then, my husband kindly points out that I'm only thirty-five.
Geez, thanks a lot, sweetheart.
But, did you have to remind me exactly HOW old I am?
Of course, Makoto doesn't care how old I am.
She just hopes that I come back soon from my trip.
And so, when our flight number is called, I give Makoto one last
hug before we head for our plane.
...Stop squeezing my arm so tightly, dear husband of mine.
This plane isn't going to crash, you big lunkhead!
