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As soon as Mother left the house.

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Father would hand me a few sen and send me out to play, to get rid of me. I did not ask for money, but he would give me some, more than usual, and tell me to go out and play and not to come back for a while. But when my mother got home, he would complain about me to her. New Year's Eve, as I recall. Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho mother had gone out to buy some things with my little brother on her back. Father, Aunt, and I were sitting around the kotatsu in the living room.

It was a wet, damp night, and both my father and aunt were looking de- pressed, which was unusual for them. At length my father raised his head from the kotatsu and said very solemnly, "Why is my Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho so unlucky? Isn't this bad luck ever going to change? If only something would turn up in the new year. This is what my superstitious father believed and what I had heard him repeat countless times from as far back as I can remember.

The two of them carried on about something for a while, and then my aunt got up and went to get her box of combs from the closet. Just slip it in above your bangs," Father said. A few minutes later she was back, and the comb had fallen out. While Mother took the Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho baby from her back and nursed him, my aunt undid the bundle with the shopping.

Twenty or thirty pieces of mochi, seven or eight slices of fish, Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho few small paper Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho, a cheap battledore with red decorative paper pasted on. This was the extent of our preparations for the festive new year.

During the New Year holidays my uncle on Mother's side came to visit. No sooner had he gone home, however, than my grandmother came to take Aunt home with her. But Aunt did not leave and Grandmother had to return home alone.

From what I heard later, it seems that Uncle realized when he visited at New Year how things stood between my father and aunt. When he told the family about it. Grandmother was so worried that she came Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho to get Aunt and take her home on the pretext that she was ar- ranging a marriage for her. My father, of course, would not hear of this. He even intimated that Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho marry her off before she had fully recovered would be to endanger her life.

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He would marry her off and would Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho stand in as the parent. He gave all kinds of excuses like this and in the end managed to prevent my aunt from going home.

Poor Grandmother. Of course she did not believe Father, but she was just a simple country woman and no match for the wily city man and his barrage of lies. She returned home having failed in her mission.

With the God of Misfortune driven off. Father must have heaved a deep sigh of relief. But Mother was more misera- ble than ever, and there was incessant bickering at home after that.

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There would be no fuss about my not being registered, so it was decided that I would go here to school. The tatami were dirty and ripped, the straw stuffing coming out in places, and a half-dozen or so Sapporo Beer boxes lined up on their sides served as the children's desks. This is where my writing career began.

The teacher, "Ossho-san" as the children called her, must have been around forty-five. She did her hair up in a Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho chignon toward the front of her head and wore a striped apron over her soiled yukata.

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After Father put me in that private school, the back- alley row house, he took me aside.

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She was saved from a beating, but we had to leave without so much as a grain of rice or a cent to buy any with.

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One Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho I overheard Nakamura and Mother talking. As long as he's going to be theirs, he should go before he gets too big," Nakamura said. But what else can I do? I was miserable all the same.

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Please, Mama, please! I'll be so lonesome all by myself. If that child stays it'll be all that much harder for you and me. Mother would not budge. The next day when Nakamura was out I brought up the subject again. I'm scared to be here with that man all by myself. Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho turned a deaf ear to my pleas; Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho seemed incapable of under- standing how I felt. This was to be my Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho, and in the end there was nothing I could do but submit to this power greater than myself.

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That kept the dust from rising up into the room. Nakamura continued to work at the foundry, while Mother had found a job sorting beans at a warehouse by a nearby river.

I did not stay home all by myself, however. A primary school in the neighborhood had given in to Mother's earnest entreaties and allowed me to attend school even though I was not registered. For this was not a fly-by-night school like the one I had gone to before; it was everything I had ever dreamed a school should be. Most of the children seemed Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho come from good families.

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I shook my head. Father said in a voice that choked as we hurriedly left. And I want to get them for you. But your Father is so poor. Be patient with me, eh, Fumiko. Although only a child, I would have been ashamed to cry in front of all those people. We walked around the night fair for a while and then went home.

When we had turned off the brightly lit street Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho the dark, deserted alley Fa- ther spoke again. Please forgive me. Everything I did was wrong, and it was inno- cent you that had to suffer.

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When we entered the alley beside the house he put me down and wiped my tears with a white handker- chief. After that visit, I would run out to the road in front of the house every evening and scrutinize the people passing by, for I really believed that Father would come for me. But he never did. We moved again, and the first thing that Mother did was to go to the principal of the primary school in the neighbor- hood and beg him, tears in her eyes, to Prostitutes Yoshida-kasugacho me.

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