“Yeah. When I was about grade 4, I remember skipping school one day. It was right after their divorce. My mom was curious when the school called. I didn’t have a cellphone then, but she guessed where I could have gone and called my dad.”
“You know… Japanese parents… for them, I’m here to learn English. I’m not supposed to have fun, because it shows that I’m not putting all my effort into learning. That’s why I also didn’t send them pictures when I was in Australia.”
“Thank you for sharing your story with me. I feel very privileged. For me, you are still the same you since we first met, but listening to your experience has helped me understand you and why you think the way you do.”
“I’ve never told anyone about this other than my mom. Well, she found out by herself… but maybe I can trust you?” I can’t imagine the pain. The truth is we don’t know nearly as much as we think we do. Open the dialogue.
“No, she has to go to her father’s house. Her father and mother don’t live together. Her father lives with his girlfriend.” *still the same cheerful mood as if she was talking about her favourite cartoon*