The night before the move, Rei sat on the tatami mat in Hideo’s living room, sipping warm green tea. Hideo joined her, his hands folded neatly on his knees. “You seem troubled, Rei‑san,” he said softly.
The words sank in like rain into the garden soil. Rei realized that her affection for Hideo was not a replacement for her love for Takashi; it was a complementary thread that wove the fabric of her family tighter. Rei Kimura I Love My Father In Law More Than My...
Hideo laughed, a sound that sounded like wind chimes. “Then our garden will stretch across the whole country. Remember, the soil may change, but the love you pour into the earth remains the same.” The night before the move, Rei sat on
Rei laughed, but she tried it anyway. She whispered, “Grow strong, little radish, and become a good part of our dinner.” To her surprise, the radishes that season were the crispest she had ever tasted. Hideo smiled and said, “You see? A little love can make a big difference.” The words sank in like rain into the garden soil
When the moving truck finally pulled up, Takashi hugged Hideo tightly, promising to call every Sunday. Rei knelt beside Hideo, her hands trembling slightly. “I’m taking the seed packets with me,” she whispered. “I want to plant them in Sapporo, so a piece of this garden will travel with us.”
And that, dear reader, is why Rei often says, “I love my father‑in‑law more than my…self when I think of the garden we’ve built together.”
Every Sunday, Takashi called Hideo. They talked about the garden, about the new recipes Hideo suggested, and about the old stories that still made both men laugh. When Hideo’s voice faded over the phone, Rei would close her eyes, imagine the warm tea ceremony in his living room, and feel a quiet gratitude.