Tales from the Cafe

by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

People willing to help someone struggling, without expecting anything in return, are rare indeed.

A parent’s love for their child is bottomless. Their children remain children, no matter how old they grow.

“There is no greater suffering than that of a parent who is unable to save their own child who wants to die.”

For a parent, a child is a child forever. Never ever expecting anything in return, she was simply a mother who wanted her child to be happy, always, to shower him with love.

His despair at life had metamorphosed into hope. His outlook had changed unrecognizably. The world hasn’t changed, I have...

Bereavement. It’s a part of life, and carrying out acts of mourning allows us not to forget.

When spring begins, however, cannot be pinpointed to one particular moment. There is no one day that clearly marks when winter ends and spring begins. Spring hides inside winter. We notice it emerging with our eyes, our skin and other senses. We find it in new buds, a comfortable breeze and the warmth of the sun. It exists alongside winter.

Psychological trauma is not visible on the outside, and such wounds do not easily heal,

We can never truly see into the hearts of others. When people get lost in their own worries, they can be blind to the feelings of those most important to them.

Life too, passes through difficult winters. But after any winter, spring will follow. Here, one spring had arrived.