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December 13: Back to Oita　　by Mie

My son took his wife around to the park and hills. My daughter-in-law, Yasuyo, looks to be very interested in and become favorite with the small town. He explains the history of the town to her by looking the maps or old books. Yasuyo is eagerly ask Takehito about the history of the family.

My mother and I were very happy to look at the young couple.

This is a souvenir called Uirou, a special product of Nagoya, Yasuyo's birthplace. The cake is a part of our happy memories, because we used to live in Nagoya. It is new for us, however, that the dear old cakes have turned to so colorful like those. It is really a coincidence that my son was born and grew up until three years old in Nagoya, and got married Yasuyo who was born in the same city.

Our talking has no end, but we have to say good-bye to catch a return ferry from Kobe port. We took a we-were-there-picture in the main room, hoping to see each other soon.

　　

My mother (left) and the young couple (right) saw us off. My son and his wife will leave Tatsuno soon and head to Tokyo by car. We prayed God to protect my old parents from the coldness and go healthy as long as possible. We finally returned home safely.

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December 13: Back to Oita　　by Mie
	My son took his wife around to the park and hills. My daughter-in-law, Yasuyo, looks to be very interested in and become favorite with the small town. He explains the history of the town to her by looking the maps or old books. Yasuyo is eagerly ask Takehito about the history of the family. My mother and I were very happy to look at the young couple.
	This is a souvenir called Uirou, a special product of Nagoya, Yasuyo's birthplace. The cake is a part of our happy memories, because we used to live in Nagoya. It is new for us, however, that the dear old cakes have turned to so colorful like those. It is really a coincidence that my son was born and grew up until three years old in Nagoya, and got married Yasuyo who was born in the same city.
	Our talking has no end, but we have to say good-bye to catch a return ferry from Kobe port. We took a we-were-there-picture in the main room, hoping to see each other soon.
My mother (left) and the young couple (right) saw us off. My son and his wife will leave Tatsuno soon and head to Tokyo by car. We prayed God to protect my old parents from the coldness and go healthy as long as possible. We finally returned home safely.