ily ever after'

itnessed how her family was torn apart by immigration laws. So, I swallowed hard, and seein

want to touch, so as I was about to say something,

hat doesn't exist, it's just

, leaving me with an aud

mixture of both, and just as there are completely good days, there are also bad or very s

ading workbooks. The librarian gave me a sympathetic smile, and I had no choice but to shrug in respons

ppier than when I was notified that I could study English at UC Berkeley, that I could have the opportunity to specialize to become a teacher. Since I was a child, understanding my

the woman who had become a second mother to me, led me to seek ways to solve her language problems with a lot of patie

espite all the bad

raits and characteristics of my Japanese heritage, one that I didn't know well at all, more than what my mother insisted I should know, as my f

that my father was a dangerous man in the underworld, involved in illegal activities that were against people's health and well-being. Furthermore, finding out th

se from a young age. I did it as a good daughter, as a child who thought he was her greatest hero, so when reality shook me and raised its ugly head, I didn't want to know

mantic relationship despite the years. So, I knew very well that happily

ust how

hemselves in the tranquility of the deserted library. I sighed heavily and began putting everything away in the children's section. I had a list of the boo

he other side of the shelf, and I furrowed my brow because I hadn'

d the man hidden among the book

e every night, and it helped me improve my pronunciation before I

I didn't know why,

ging in some parts for the kids to pronounce," I explained.

ing the hairs on my arms t

that I quite l

might be difficult for them can be worked on with exercises and activities like the on

nk y

me reading to children? Y

s with different groups," I admitted wit

that you're studying to b

say that," I an

topic and talking more about litera

y; he must have been looking for some books and

ferences are, much less what type of prose they prefer—d

ted out, making me smile. People in the library always asked me for help,

brows to raise and

over' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta o

ks of erotic literature, but at the s

with a slightly huskier voice.

haven't aged completely well by today's stan

gh society is much more open to all topics, eroticism is still a

ry honest truth; o

be questioned... But that doesn't take away from the fact that these creations are excelle

I couldn't decipher. "So, let's shift away from the teaching subject and talk more about mode

e that made my vei

l, I

at's labeled as 'mommy porn'?"