His chopsticks hovered. He hadn’t spoken the words in three years. Not since the spring when the cherry blossoms fell too early, the same week the doctors said the word “pancreatic” and his mother, Noriko, had simply nodded, as if acknowledging bad weather.
His chopsticks hovered. He hadn’t spoken the words in three years. Not since the spring when the cherry blossoms fell too early, the same week the doctors said the word “pancreatic” and his mother, Noriko, had simply nodded, as if acknowledging bad weather.
