Wedding

I met my elder daughter’s boyfriend a year ago. At that time, they told me they wanted to have an overseas wedding, just the two of them. I told them that was perfectly fine.

I didn’t ask him what he did for a living or what kind of education he had. After all, he is the one my daughter will marry, not me.

I believe marriage is a personal matter, not something for the family or parents to decide.

Since then, we’ve been calling him Ken‑chan. Ken‑chan may not know St. Augustine or Spinoza. He may not have read The Tale of the Heike or Natsume Soseki. But he is a good person, and I like him.

 


We drove together to Kansai International Airport in my car. Yumi, my younger daughter, arrived just in time.

Tonight, the two of them departed for London for their wedding and honeymoon.




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