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ISSUE 15 | SPRING 2013<br />
“Nurse Hopkins said your daughter will be coming in with your<br />
grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. They’re going to help you celebrate<br />
your eighty-fifth birthday. You’re going to want to comb your hair. I’ll come<br />
back to help you later.”<br />
Etsuko chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed. It didn’t matter what<br />
the attendant had said. She knew this was as good as breakfast would get.<br />
But even though the food didn’t taste good, at least it was something to do.<br />
The warmth of her cup soaked into her thin fingers. The steam smelled<br />
sharply of leaves. She was getting sleepy. Etsuko pointed her big right toe<br />
beneath the blanket, then felt the calf muscle tighten. Little needles danced<br />
up and down her leg as the circulation returned. It was usually her knees that<br />
wobbled, had made her take to using a stick to tap her way across the yard.<br />
She knew the pain couldn’t be fixed. There had been too many floors to be<br />
scrubbed, too many bills she had carried in her fisted hand as she bowed<br />
lower and lower before the merchants—promising to pay, giving what she<br />
could. Who had the money or the time?<br />
When you were poor, there were always so many things to do, promises to<br />
make to children. Someday, after we’ve saved a bit of money. Someday<br />
when you’ve grown up and have a good job, you can afford to go to a movie<br />
or maybe a Chinese restaurant. So many times when she had to bend over to<br />
pick up the little ones when they cried and reached out, swing them onto her<br />
hip. All of them had looked like fat sausages, their arms and legs ballooning<br />
up until they finally began to crawl. And she had been so skinny, so busy<br />
washing other people’s laundry in a big wooden tub.<br />
She had ti leaf plants at all four corners of their rented house—for health and<br />
good fortune. But they had grown up stunted or diseased with browned<br />
edges. Maybe she had used all her luck up in seven short years. Lucky in<br />
love, a good strong man who hadn’t minded that she was uneducated,<br />
without social standing. So lucky that he chose her over his own family. Her<br />
husband had had plans to buy land. They were saving money. And then,<br />
there had been the two babies who died. Finally, her husband.<br />
She lay and drowsed, her arms cradling herself as if she were cold. There<br />
was the funeral service, the casket carried by eight of the men who had seen<br />
the scaffolding start to crumble, who had shouted and scrambled to dig her<br />
husband loose of the rubble. But she hadn’t cried. There was too much to do,<br />
and all she wanted was a little rest.<br />
“Ka-san! O-ka-san!” The voices seemed to pull at Etsuko, just like they had<br />
at the funeral, their tiny hands pulling at her sleeves.<br />
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