“Miko-san?” Little girl combs with her fingers grandma's silky hair.
“Yes, Ama-chan?”
“Tell me the story of my mother’s name.”
“You’ve listened to it so many times.”
“You always add something new to the story, Miko-san,” Ama doesn’t give up.
“That’s true. It’s all about details which shed new light on the story.”
“Aika- ‘Song of Love’, that was her name, wasn’t it?” Ama inquires.
There rises an enigmatic smile on Miko’s face. Ama holds her breath while listening to the barely sprouts of words that are to grow out of grandma’s lips.
“That day the “Bamboo Grove Inn” was pervaded by the babble of voices and laughs. There had come many wanderers who treated themselves to a meal and a good chat. Your Dad, Kaito, was one of them…”
“Kaito…” Ama echos her grandma.
“’Kai’ means sea and ocean; ‘to’ means ‘soar and fly’” Grandma Miko-san spreads out her arms together with Ama. They get deeper into the story. "He was an inventor."
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