Namie danced like a falling cherry blossom. So graceful, so elegant, so wondrous that the Earth itself stopped just to see her dance. She made no mistakes that by the time it was over, everybody wanted to see more. She walked off of the stage and was surrounded by the flapping hands of many people. Many people walked up to Namie and congratulated her with a bow and some sort of food or kimono. A while later, a woman came up to them and congratulated Namie with a smile and a small bowl of rice. The woman looked very familiar, almost too familiar.
The woman then said, "My, my, you look very similar to a daughter I had."
Bingo!
The women squinted her eyes as if to see that Namie was actually her daughter. Then she snapped out of it and shook her head.
"I hope to see you again soon," the woman said as she blew a kiss and walked away.
Namie stood in shock next to Sumi and Kutzu but then she snapped out of it.
"What are the sponge cakes for?" Namie then asked.
Kutzu smiled and pointed to a lonely man in the corner who was sitting at one of the tables a sake cup in his hand. "He will make you rich," Kutzu said, "Go! Entertain him."
Namie walked over to the man and sat by him. "Some more sake?" She asked as she held up the sake jar.
The man gulped the last bit down and said, "Please! I had the worst day today."
"What is your name?" asked Namie and soon their conversation took off to the moon.
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Book #1: The Wind and The Rain: Kutzu and Namie
Ficción históricaAfter receiving a tragic letter from her dad, nine year old Namie Lao decides to travel on the journey of the most glamorous life of that time. When meeting her "older sister" and new friends, she learns that life is short, she only has a short amou...
