Japan is an aging country. Everywhere I turn I see the seniors; from janitors, truck drivers, to scientists, or artists. So, it is understandable that I befriend some of these remarkable senior citizens. I met them in an English club, Japanese language course, or on a train. One of them, a beautiful (still!) granny, has become very close with me and my husband. Friendliness seems to be a prominent trait of Japanese granny (obaa-chan). My obaa-chan friends are also identical in terms of generosity. They show a lot of sympathy and always be there when I need them. The way they treat me brings back the memory of my dear granny, the person who brought me up since I was very young.
I have lots of regret every time my memory of her resurfaces; in my daily prayers and in the sort moment before I fall asleep. I wish I could do more for her when she was sick, I wish I had been a better grandchild for her in so many aspects. I can only imagine her pains dealing with my juvenile delinquency. God forgive me!