ily ever after'

itnessed how her family was torn apart by immigration laws. So, I swallowed hard, and seein

want to touch, so as I was about to say something,

hat doesn't exist, it's just

, leaving me with an aud

mixture of both, and just as there are completely good days, there are also bad or very s

ading workbooks. The librarian gave me a sympathetic smile, and I had no choice but to shrug in respons

ppier than when I was notified that I could study English at UC Berkeley, that I could have the opportunity to specialize to become a teacher. Since I was a child, understanding my

the woman who had become a second mother to me, led me to seek ways to solve her language problems with a lot of patie

espite all the bad

raits and characteristics of my Japanese heritage, one that I didn't know well at all, more than what my mother insisted I should know, as my f

that my father was a dangerous man in the underworld, involved in illegal activities that were against people's health and well-being. Furthermore, finding out th

se from a young age. I did it as a good daughter, as a child who thought he was her greatest hero, so when reality shook me and raised its ugly head, I didn't want to know

mantic relationship despite the years. So, I knew very well that happily

ust how

hemselves in the tranquility of the deserted library. I sighed heavily and began putting everything away in the children's section. I had a list of the boo

he other side of the shelf, and I furrowed my brow because I hadn'

d the man hidden among the book

e every night, and it helped me improve my pronunciation before I

I didn't know why,

ging in some parts for the kids to pronounce," I explained.

ing the hairs on my arms t

that I quite l

might be difficult for them can be worked on with exercises and activities like the on

nk y

me reading to children? Y

s with different groups," I admitted wit

that you're studying to b

say that," I an

topic and talking more about litera

y; he must have been looking for some books and

ferences are, much less what type of prose they prefer-d

ted out, making me smile. People in the library always asked me for help,

brows to raise and

over' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta o

ks of erotic literature, but at the s

with a slightly huskier voice.

haven't aged completely well by today's stan

gh society is much more open to all topics, eroticism is still a

ry honest truth; o

be questioned... But that doesn't take away from the fact that these creations are excelle

I couldn't decipher. "So, let's shift away from the teaching subject and talk more about mode

e that made my vei

l, I

at's labeled as 'mommy porn'?"