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─I SAT CRISSCROSS ON THE COUCH in the living roomof our new home in Japan. I wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a white square neckline tank top and pair of reading socks because the floors in this stupid house are so cold.
There were still a few unpacked boxes around the house that I stared at them before sighing tiredly. 'I'll unpack those later' I think to myself as I return to typing on my macbook, responding to different emails for my companies along with some of Kenji baseball related emails.
I glanced up at said man as did his skipping exercise. He stared out the huge window with the view of the water. Mina played his voicemail inbox out loud.
"Hey, Kenji, it's Dad. You're mad at me, I get it. I know it wasn't an easy choice leaving your life behind. LA, the Dodgers, millions of adoring fans. But what I'm asking is bigger than baseball. The world needs you to become something more. Sorry, your mom was better at this. Anyway, I'm around─"
"Mina, delete voicemail," he says, as I let out a sigh.
"You know, Kenny, you're going to have to talk to him eventually," I turn the upper part of my body to look at him as he continues to stare out the window.
"I'd rather wait until I absolutely have to, sweetheart," As he stops skipping and drops the rope on the ground.
"He misses you," I went back to typing on my computer, taking a sip out of my cup that had coconut water. I look up as the older male leans over the back of the couch, placing a kiss on my forehead before going to hug me, "Nuh uh Macho man, you're all sweating and gross so no hugs for you," I put my hand on his chest, pushing him back a bit as a smile makes its way onto my face.
