All that had been presented so meticulously had been carefully planned to be misunderstood.
The morning started with heavy rain - I said to myself as long as it’s not too cold, it is absolutely perfect, rain spontaneous, and unexpected like this calls for a celebration. We had been sleeping over at my beloved friend’s home, so much comfort familiarity and warmth. We had arrived last night , my daughter and I , visiting her and her son. The children get along so well , naturally immersing like siblings as if our friendship ran in their bloodstream too. We woke up my girlfriend and I , we sat, coffee in our hands , looking out through the terrace window at the rain, enjoying the warmth of being together intimately. Then my daughter arrived , perhaps four years old, She came down the steps, put her face close to the terraces glass door drawn by the magical rain. She immediately opened the door and ran outside to the garden into the pouring rain. She ran round and round, soaking wet within seconds, it looked like she was doing an My girlfriend turned to me and said , only you could have a child that will run into the rain while you instead of becoming hysterical and fearful that she will get sick can celebrate her. She understood something, It was a gift. ecstatic tribal Indian dance, full of excitement and pleasure. I stood, watched and could not stop laughing from sheer joy.
Satoko Kamo, Japan Psychoanalytic Society
On April first, a small woman moved into the room next door. To be precise, it was about three days later that I noticed this. When I returned home from work that evening, I found a small bag hanging on my door. Inside were a wrapped fluffy towel, a small baked confection, and a message card.
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