We talk. Me and the girl.
She is from Edo. I from Kyoto.
She comments on my husband's unique home.
The children placed on our laps.
The girl.
Her name, Chizumi.
So innocent and carefree.
I play with her hair. Twirling her hair though my fingers.
The wife Is Ayako.
We find we have lots in common.
We are in deep conversation.
When Count and the Lord.
Come. Signaling the time for her to leave.
I bid goodbye.
And watch as they disappear beyond my vision.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
