Even today, thirty years later, I still can't forget my mother. The beautiful scenery of my hometown, Okinaga Ryobu Island, is so captivating. Back he[Expand All]
Even today, thirty years later, I still can't forget my mother. The beautiful scenery of my hometown, Okinaga Ryobu Island, is so captivating. Back here, everything in the past begins to come back to life - our family left the barren Kagoshima and came here. At that time, my mother was thirty years old and I was a second-grade student in primary school. On this island, my grandfather, mother and I began a poor but warm life. Every day when I come home from school, my mother always greets me with a smile. I long for my mother's embrace very much. However, my mother never touched me because she was afraid of passing on her illness to me. When the typhoon came, the sea roared, there was no food on the island, and the family couldn't even afford lamp oil. They could only sleep quietly in the dark. At the annual respect-for-the-aged banquet, the villagers on the island drink and dance to their heart's content until dawn. Mother's dance, set off by the bonfire, looked particularly beautiful. However, one day, my mother suddenly passed away and left me...[Collapse]
