And yes, we're not alone. We have two beautiful children. Don't they look like brother's? I adore both of them. And actually, they are really quite alike in many ways--the sweetest things they do.
I remember looking at one of Kenji's photo's before I met him, and was thinking how much he looked like Deryk. They have similar emotions and ways of going about things. When he visited for 2 weeks they got along great.
Considering the tiny room we were in, they did wonderfully. I tell you, there were four of us in a room that a single would have a difficult time living in. If we could all get along in a room the size of mine for 3 weeks without arguments or friction, I'd say perhaps we could stand to live a lifetime.
It reminds me of a time back in 2007. Our house in Hiroshima was the size of a matchbox. Maybe if the people living there was cut down to half, the world would consider our house the biggest in the block. But when there were people sleeping in closets and setting up camp in the hallway we knew that it was about time to move.
Amidst the hustle and bustle was my request to return home. How I felt the love of my family when they received me with open arms despite their circumstance. If their welcome wasn't so pure and honest, I would have certainly walked the other way.
Upon my making the decision, Deryk and I had no choice but to room with my parents and brother in sister. This was better than the closet for sure, but in the midsummer heat, it was but the grace of God that saw us through. Ha! Well, it was worth it.
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