This is a story about my visit to my grandparents’ house with my younger sister. She was still in elementary school. Every time we went there, we went for a walk with my grandfather. Once, grandfather said, “When we get home, you can eat fresh persimmons. This morning, Karasu brought them for us.” People of his generation often referred to relatives by the name of the place they lived in, and he meant my uncle in Karasu Town in Mie Prefecture. However, my sister thought he meant a crow, which is “karasu” in Japanese, and asked seriously, “But… how?” My grandfather, unaware of her confusion, was a little puzzled. He replied, “By car, of course!” Since then, I think of them with a smile whenever I eat persimmons.   (128 words)

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