Sisters

My sons and her became fast friends, and Dad was too old to complain about Chris. He accepted Chris for he had stayed with Kaiya without leaving her. After the big family dinner, her hands gestured with the left on top and the right moving up and down. I went into Dad's room and brought out the two shamisen. It was rough playing for the first time after so many years and when we found the right tune, we played. Each vibration was our cries and each note was our words of sisterhood. When the song was over, they applaud with smiles and whistles except for Dad who had tears in his eyes. They heard pleasant music, but what he heard was not a song, but a conversation between sisters.