어떻게 추억 하나가 아름다웠다고 마음이 시리고 아리고 따뜻해질 수가
Yoshiro and Mumei were standing out front, waving like beckoning cats, their paws moving up and down. Two beckoning cats: one big, one tiny. Thanks for beckoning. Suddenly everything seemed funny to Marika as she leaned forward even further, laughing as she ran toward them at top speed.
“Great-grandma is here!” The trio’s happiness exploded into joyous fireworks as they jumped around like rabbits in springtime.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Mumei had said, hoping to make Yoshiro smile, “We’re like twins with hair the same color!” But Yoshiro had wept, holding his great-grandson tightly to his chest, gently stroking his head. When Mumei quickly blurted out, “Great-grandpa, let’s form a Silver-Headed League, just the two of us. Our hair will be our membership card. You’ve done just fine with silver hair for over fifty years, so I’ll be fine, too, for at least another fifty,” Yoshiro’s tears had stopped like a miracle as a silver smile flashed in the corners of his eyes.
Wealth, prestige, none of it has the value of a single blade of grass.