My father needs to bless his grandson. We can return when there is peace, when it’s safe. The longer we stay here, the harder it will be to leave. The fighting will only get worse.” “Someday, we’ll go. Someday.” Half promise, half evasion. A dose of desire, a fathom of fear. Not something she wanted to face. She curled into him, nestling her head in the crook of his neck to stem his sudden flight of fancy. Japan seemed so far away, foreign, unreal. She was afraid, she was selfish. It was not in her to leave friends and family. She was not ready. She could not imagine living in a foreign land.
