Midori and i sat on the grass

while Zuzu ran endlessly through bushes and trees

saliva flying past her outstretched tongue.

i wiped the sweat off my face with my shirt

Midori plucked at the grass.

"i live three blocks away," she said.

"where did you live before here?" i asked, watching as she snapped a twig.

"london. we move a lot because of my uncle's work."

i noticed a bitterness as she spoke of her uncle.

i wondered,

did she lose a parent too?

i didn't want to intrude so i didn't ask, instead asked if she liked it here in japan.

"it's okay. the language barrier is difficult though."

i nodded.

i was only half japanese - my mother was mongolian

but at least i spoke the language.

"good thing the international school teaches in english then," i commented.

my dad sent me to the school to learn english so that i could get further than he did overseas.

but i didn't want to get further.

"yeah, but my first language is dutch," she laughed half-heartedly.

i looked at her in surprise then sadness.

both of us are somewhere we don't want to be.

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