Our trip is almost finished, just a handful of days left. Baba is stockpiling for our return, a sort of extended care plan. Everyday she comes back with something else for us to take home, the goodies are piling up on top of our suitcase like small offerings on a shrine; Kizuki's favorite puffed rice snack, Uta's special blueberry jam. She shows her love in feeding her family and so must fill our bags with everything and anything by which to remember her until we return again.
But it is time to go. Five weeks in someone else's house is a long time. It is a small space with paper thin walls and no privacy to retreat to. Uta is losing it. He needs to release more than a little pent up energy.
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