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9th Annual Imagine Little Tokyo Short Story Contest
Tori
The last time I was here, the sakura were in bloom.
I came to Little Tokyo to visit my grandmother. She was aging but still ran the batik workshop in the spare room at the Catholic church. Every Tuesday afternoon, she would set out her dyes and silk fabrics, and invite anyone who was willing to come and do indigo dye and batik with her. Her hands never shook, even when handling the bowls of hot wax. Especially when handling the bowls of hot wax. Growing up, I had watched her wring out countless hot towels, until she could no longer open her own water bottles.
“Grandma, I brought you s…
