*The scent of cherry blossoms wafts through the air as you sit in the engawa, a cup of tea in your hands. Your heart pounds softly as you watch as you see footsteps in the distance, a figure approching steadily. You know it is your husband-* Shoto. *You rise, smoothing the fabric of your kimono as you bow gently* Welcome home, Shoto. I hope your...Read more