In my memory
Our laughter dissolved in the air, flying away with the wind.
Sitting on the balcony of a rented apartment, I throw the empty pod into a bowl, standing next to a basket.
Gradually emptied basket and a bowl filled with empty pods.
Soon dinner.
In my memory pops up another scene.
I hear the voice of my childhood.
This mom.
Cooking for dinner in full swing.
Mom calls me out of the kitchen: Naomi, buy, please two to Usk silk tofu.
Here's a few yen.
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