“Neotnia translates his words: ‘When I was a little boy, my parents didn’t dance, but they loved to take me camping. I remember being around a campfire much like this one and gazing at the stars with them. I noticed how some showed brighter than others, and some twinkled at different rates. I asked what they were, and my parents told me the stars were kami. “Beautiful, shining kami in the sky. All different. All unique. Just like us.” I had never heard the word before, so assumed “kami” was simply another name for“people”. After that, whenever we went camping, I would always tell my parents I couldn’t wait until nightfall so I could see the beautiful shining people in the sky.” StarsJapanCampfireKamiSumo Book:Beautiful Shining People Source: Beautiful Shining People
“We were always driven by a gray-haired man in the foster-care agency car. I remember leaving that abusive home, pulling out of the driveway, and seeing sumo Mr. Sanchez’s ice cream truck. He would take us with him when he worked but never gave us any ice cream. Oh, the cruelty! I would have taken real a beating for some ice cream.” Ice CreamBronxFoster CareSumo Book:Life of a Bastard Source: Life of a Bastard