Mother’s Work

Sayuri Takatsuki


When my parents were young, in Japan, it was normal to have an arranged marriage. They had never met before. I wonder if it was my mother’s destiny to be married to my father? I cannot imagine going through what she did for so many years. I wish my father were a generous and kind person to my mother. I wish he were less selfish and more supportive of her. Even after all these years, they are still not happy together. To me, my mother was not a wife nor a daughter-in-law. She was a slave.

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