I wrote this for my father, who passed away earlier this year.
Believe it or not, I’ve always had trouble expressing myself. I tend to hide who I am behind characters, and comments, and descriptions.
But with this story, I wanted to share an honest piece of my heart. Or, I suppose, the part of it that left when my father did.
Happiness, sadness, grief, and hope – it was strange to feel them all at the same time; and not unlike stumbling across a fifth season.
Photograph by Rie Miyoshi.
I'm a Tokyo based writer who does food, coffee, and short fiction. In love with the ever constant ebb and flow of Tokyo life.