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Winter
December 10th, 1948.
Snow
I was becoming a man and my mother kept reminding me of this.
"You are so handsome, Iwao-kun," she told me as she worked with her dried irises. I took it all with a smile.
"Yes, Mother," I said.
"I wonder when you'll get married," she said.
"Say what?" I asked as I pretended not to hear her ramblings.
"I want to be a grandmother soon," she said. "I'll have to start arranging your marriage soon."
"But, I'm only fourteen years old," I said.
"Even more so to find you a wife!" she said.
"Where?" I asked.
"I'll find you wife," Mother said.
"But, I'm going to be a priest." I looked around when I heard her laughing. Just by her tone I could tell that she was smiling at me.
"What?" I asked. She turned around with the smile that I predicted she would have.
"Don't be silly, my son!" she said. "Priests can get married in the Shinto religion. After all, your father married me." I don't know what I found creepier—her tone or her smiling the whole time. I slowly backed into the hallway.
"I'll be in my room if you need me," I said.
"Okay," my mother replied. I ran down the hall. I think I liked her better when she was more of a zombie.
December 10th, 1948.
Snow
I was becoming a man and my mother kept reminding me of this.
"You are so handsome, Iwao-kun," she told me as she worked with her dried irises. I took it all with a smile.
"Yes, Mother," I said.
"I wonder when you'll get married," she said.
"Say what?" I asked as I pretended not to hear her ramblings.
"I want to be a grandmother soon," she said. "I'll have to start arranging your marriage soon."
"But, I'm only fourteen years old," I said.
"Even more so to find you a wife!" she said.
"Where?" I asked.
"I'll find you wife," Mother said.
"But, I'm going to be a priest." I looked around when I heard her laughing. Just by her tone I could tell that she was smiling at me.
"What?" I asked. She turned around with the smile that I predicted she would have.
"Don't be silly, my son!" she said. "Priests can get married in the Shinto religion. After all, your father married me." I don't know what I found creepier—her tone or her smiling the whole time. I slowly backed into the hallway.
"I'll be in my room if you need me," I said.
"Okay," my mother replied. I ran down the hall. I think I liked her better when she was more of a zombie.
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