０２ Ｂｌｕｅ ｈｙｄｒａｎｇｅａ
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Last Sunday of the day we ate "Ankake Spaghetti", I met Mr. Nonobe for the first time.
On that Sunday, I came to Numazu from Nagoya by bullet train before lunch and went to the elderly home where my mother lives and tried to persuade her.
Pink and yellow are frequently used in the building of the home, and it is aimed at making the mood bright, but it had the opposite effect. Because of that, I am curious as I go.
Besides, the smell drifting in the building - like mixing a disinfectant and miso soup - was not good at me. That is the smell of deterioration. Otherwise the smell of death.
I intended to keep staying until she agreed to my opinion.
My mother's private room was about 10 m² and it was narrow. There was a bed on the window, other than that, there was not much furniture. She was sitting on the bed and I was sitting on a pipe chair, when we were face to face, the silence buried between me and her and its weight was unbearable.
She looked away from me, looking at nothing but looking at the window.
It was rainy season in Japan. Outside of the window, it was a cloudy sky when it will rain. Sure enough, in the evening the rain began to fall off. And Mr. Nonobe came.
Together with Rutsu.
"What my brother Motokazu, you came"
As soon as Rutsu opened the door, she looked at me and frowned.
"I wish you to let me know if you come"
As Rutsu said sluggishly, she encouraged some people to enter the room.
Firstly, an old lady on a wheelchair and a young man with a neutral appearance who pushes a wheelchair came in（At that time, I thought that the young person was "him", but later heard that "she" was the granddaughter of the old lady.）.
Subsequently, Mr. Nonobe, a woman who seemed to be his wife, appeared reservedly.
That granddaughter said.
"Hello, lady Hanna. Aiko was very much looking forward to today, please spend pleasantly with her ahead."
That granddaughter 's voice was husky, it was a bit sweet nasal voice (by the way, I did not know she was a man or a woman, even though I heard that voice).
Hanna is my mother's name. Aiko would be the name of her grandmother.
Do youngsters in the future call their own grandmothers by name?
I stood up why I was concerned about such a thing. I avoided the pipe chair and made space for the guests. I might have wanted to let out consciousness from the stalled debate with my mother and Rutsu.
The old lady on her wheelchair - called "Aiko" - stared at my mother sitting on the bed and tears spread in their eyes.
My mother raised a voice resembling a short scream and approached the old lady quickly as quickly as possible. The two older ladies hugged each other, held hands, struck shoulder.
Apparently Aiko did not seem to be able to speak. There was no conversation between the two people, but it was obvious that it was an "inspiring reunion".
Then,
"I will come again next week"
I rusted to my mother and left the room.
When I was in the hallway,
"Are you coming by your own car?"
Mr. Nonobe called me from behind. I answered only a single word.
"No"
"If you are not in a hurry, I will send you to the station by my car"
He suggested so with an awkward smile.
I thought he was a meddling man facing good people, that's why I do not like Christians.
Because I decided that Mr. Nonobe and his wife were also Christians at that time. Because my mother and Rutsu were Christians and I thought their guests would be the same.
The idea was not hit, but it was not even a mistake.
"I call a taxi, so you do not have to send me."
I declined his proposal, quickly left the spot and left the entrance of the home with a momentum. Under the eaves, I took out the smartphone from the suit pocket, and called to get a taxi.
A light rain was falling without sound.
A blue hydrangea was blooming on a small flowerbed of approach.
Rain particles like tears dyed blue hydrangeas more blue.
Hydrangea is a flower my mother likes.
The face my mother directed to Aiko came up to my mind. Her face was a smile that light emitted. She was pleased so much.
She does not show such a face to me, my wife, my son (middle school 3rd year) as well, even when we came to see her for the first time in a long time.
"That's why I dislike religion! "
When I spoke alone, a taxi came to pick me up.
(Continue to 03)
On that Sunday, I came to Numazu from Nagoya by bullet train before lunch and went to the elderly home where my mother lives and tried to persuade her.
Pink and yellow are frequently used in the building of the home, and it is aimed at making the mood bright, but it had the opposite effect. Because of that, I am curious as I go.
Besides, the smell drifting in the building - like mixing a disinfectant and miso soup - was not good at me. That is the smell of deterioration. Otherwise the smell of death.
I intended to keep staying until she agreed to my opinion.
My mother's private room was about 10 m² and it was narrow. There was a bed on the window, other than that, there was not much furniture. She was sitting on the bed and I was sitting on a pipe chair, when we were face to face, the silence buried between me and her and its weight was unbearable.
She looked away from me, looking at nothing but looking at the window.
It was rainy season in Japan. Outside of the window, it was a cloudy sky when it will rain. Sure enough, in the evening the rain began to fall off. And Mr. Nonobe came.
Together with Rutsu.
"What my brother Motokazu, you came"
As soon as Rutsu opened the door, she looked at me and frowned.
"I wish you to let me know if you come"
As Rutsu said sluggishly, she encouraged some people to enter the room.
Firstly, an old lady on a wheelchair and a young man with a neutral appearance who pushes a wheelchair came in（At that time, I thought that the young person was "him", but later heard that "she" was the granddaughter of the old lady.）.
Subsequently, Mr. Nonobe, a woman who seemed to be his wife, appeared reservedly.
That granddaughter said.
"Hello, lady Hanna. Aiko was very much looking forward to today, please spend pleasantly with her ahead."
That granddaughter 's voice was husky, it was a bit sweet nasal voice (by the way, I did not know she was a man or a woman, even though I heard that voice).
Hanna is my mother's name. Aiko would be the name of her grandmother.
Do youngsters in the future call their own grandmothers by name?
I stood up why I was concerned about such a thing. I avoided the pipe chair and made space for the guests. I might have wanted to let out consciousness from the stalled debate with my mother and Rutsu.
The old lady on her wheelchair - called "Aiko" - stared at my mother sitting on the bed and tears spread in their eyes.
My mother raised a voice resembling a short scream and approached the old lady quickly as quickly as possible. The two older ladies hugged each other, held hands, struck shoulder.
Apparently Aiko did not seem to be able to speak. There was no conversation between the two people, but it was obvious that it was an "inspiring reunion".
Then,
"I will come again next week"
I rusted to my mother and left the room.
When I was in the hallway,
"Are you coming by your own car?"
Mr. Nonobe called me from behind. I answered only a single word.
"No"
"If you are not in a hurry, I will send you to the station by my car"
He suggested so with an awkward smile.
I thought he was a meddling man facing good people, that's why I do not like Christians.
Because I decided that Mr. Nonobe and his wife were also Christians at that time. Because my mother and Rutsu were Christians and I thought their guests would be the same.
The idea was not hit, but it was not even a mistake.
"I call a taxi, so you do not have to send me."
I declined his proposal, quickly left the spot and left the entrance of the home with a momentum. Under the eaves, I took out the smartphone from the suit pocket, and called to get a taxi.
A light rain was falling without sound.
A blue hydrangea was blooming on a small flowerbed of approach.
Rain particles like tears dyed blue hydrangeas more blue.
Hydrangea is a flower my mother likes.
The face my mother directed to Aiko came up to my mind. Her face was a smile that light emitted. She was pleased so much.
She does not show such a face to me, my wife, my son (middle school 3rd year) as well, even when we came to see her for the first time in a long time.
"That's why I dislike religion! "
When I spoke alone, a taxi came to pick me up.
(Continue to 03)
