My
grandfather, Kansho. He was no gossip and
didn't talk about his memories. He never
talked about things concerning him, despite
the deficiencies of his body. Anyway, I heard
he was talented in harmonica, outstanding
in bowling and lost his family in the war.
That's all I know about my grandfather I
never met. After he died, his house was overgrown
by trees and every kind of plants. I wanted
to know what happend there, but contrary
to the outside, time doesn't seem to pass
by inside the house. I can feel that he lived
there once. After he died, my grandfather
continued to quietly talk. As if I listened
to him, I want to press my ears against the
several things inside this house, which treasures
him, to follow his paths.
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