Chiisai ouchi Page #8

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What does it say?

I wouldn't dare open it.

Despite your youth, so considerate.

I'm giving you permission.

Now open it and read

-Alright.

I'm borrowing the scissors.

I read.

Her handwriting is beautiful.

After noon today come see me at home.

I so badly want to meet you.

Mr. Shouji Itakura don't fail to come.

Hirai Tokiko.

What does that mean?

This is the day before

Mr. Itakura was drafted.

The letter she send him.

Grandma Taki didn't deliver it.

She wrote, Mr. Itakura

didn't come that day.

It's not exact.

Grandma didn't let them meet.

And your grandma kept

it all these years.

Mr. Hirai, I'll explain.

Well, let it be.

The proof of my mother's

infidelity at that time.

It's all in the past now.

Sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry about.

After that, we talked a lot.

Mr. Hirai had a clear memory

of the young Taki.

Why didn't she convey that

letter to Mr. Itakura.

Probably because it was too painful.

Mr. Hirai shed many tears

at that thought.

As a boy I wanted to live by the sea.

What is the landscape like now?

The see is quite, yet the crests

of the surfs are foaming.

I often went to the beach in Enoshima.

Also once with Mr. Itakura.

I always thought they were a good match.

Let's walk.

Finally Taki-chan didn't get married.

You wanted to meet her.

I looked for her very hard.

But I only knew she was

from Yamagata, not a clue.

Had I met her, I would have told her.

Told her what?

Taki didn't have to suffer so much.

Such a small mistake.

Had been forgiven long ago.

That would have made her cry.

She weeped sometimes.

It was my turn to shed tears.

That was a dreadful time.

The Japanese were forced into

something they hadn't chosen.

Some went to war willingly.

And didn't realize it

was against their nature.

That was a dreadful time.

This happened late fall.

After university I went to grandma's

place and opened the door.

I remember that time.

Why are you crying?

I shouldn't have lived so long.

But what was the real reason

for her sadness?

Eric Paroissien Translation

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