Day Thirteen

I didn't get much sleep last night because I was on the phone with my papa for hours. I didn't know if I would still be able to contact him after we escaped. I mean he was still in Japan and we could escape and go there but my father wasn't fond of white people after his many years here. It's part of the reason he went back to Japan and if he knew I was throwing everything away for a white man he would have a heart attack.

I thought about telling him and seeing if we could all go someplace else but my father wasn't going to move. He wanted to live out the rest of his life peacefully in Japan and I didn’t want to ruin that for him. So I think the phone call I had with him last night would be the last phone call we shared. I’m sure it would break his heart but I also know he’s being taken care of by his side of the family in Japan so I wouldn’t have to worry about his well-being.