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Name: Yoko Tsuki
Age: 19
Occupation: Art student
Dream: Working for Disney, a land of where smiles and rainbows bounce hand-in-hand >:)
Nightmare: Living in a gloomy, gray place where people do not appreciate Art ;o;


Name: Mizu Hatsuri
Age: 20
Occupation: Dance/Costume Design student





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Letter to Obaa-san: From Granddaughter to You
Monday, October 31, 2011 @ 6:41 PM

Dear Obaa-san...

Maybe it's not so great to talk about this online...but when I came to my relatives' house tonight, Grandpa's sister (who's my great-aunt), I was really happy because I'm getting used to them--although I don't seem to talk to them a whole lot.  I hate it when they talk about you, though, because it makes me sad.  It reminds me that I don't have a grandma anymore. All of my grandpas were already gone before I was born into this world...and you were the only one I had left.  I mean, there was Okaa-san's mom, but she...yeah...left.

I heard Otou-san cried a lot from Uncle.  

I know Otou-san...never really got along with you, but deep inside, I knew he really cared about you.  Sure, he can be a "kid" about you and everything, with all of his grudges, and maybe he's a bit too extremely short-tempered about stuffs...  Despite that, he really loves you.  I  just know it.

After all, you are his mother.

I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you everything before it was too late.  Although...I don't have much of regrets left by this point...I want to tell you that I'm sad because I miss hearing my name from your lips.  I miss talking to you, even when you were always being a grouch.  I miss hearing you cook in the kitchen while growing up, I miss hearing you yell at us when we were being mischievous, and I miss hearing you cry when saying goodbye to us whenever we move away.  I always heard you crying that we may never get to see you before you leave, and I guess you were right.  

I'm sorry I didn't really get to ask or get to know you better even though you were always around--till we left North.  I know you worried a lot and even when I was being a little "tomboy" Yoko, you had always wanted Yoko to grow up and wear dresses.

I'm sorry...you didn't get to see me wear a dress for you before I left North.

I'm sorry.

I miss your voice, your cooking, your laughter, and your lectures.

I miss you so much, it breaks my heart.

But thanks to the JAMMIES, I've grown to be a stronger person than the last time we've met face-to-face, and I hope that you wouldn't have to worry anymore.  I'm sorry if I'm being a bit too "American" nowadays and maybe I should've called you throughout the years--instead of you calling me.  I still have your pictures...  Okaa-san pulled out your pictures the other week, but I didn't want to look at it, really.  I didn't like crying.

People may criticize me for not coming to see you, but I want you to know how much I love you and how much I just miss you.  I'm a coward.  I can't bear to see the face of a loved one...in such a place.  I didn't want to leave a place where I knew I would never have to break down and cry because of you.  

I miss your voice.

I miss hearing my name.

From you, Obaa-san.


I miss you,

Yoko


P.S. Obaa-san, I'm not lonely anymore.  I want you to know that.  Maybe I do get a little lonely from time to time...but I'll just deal with it.  I'm no longer the angry little girl people used to know, the shy little kid with bangs all over her eyes, nor am I the teenager who write in the dark.  I'm a different person today, and hopefully, a better person at every passing day.  And that's what I want to tell you.