The Last Night at My Sister’s House
My nephew rode his bicycle to a shopping mall called Aeon by himself. During that time, I worked on my laptop as usual. Around 3 pm, his friends came over. Rintaro went to a local haunted house that we had visited the previous day with his friends again. Around 4 pm, he went to basketball practice, and after that, he stayed at his paternal grandparents’ house. In the evening, I went to a local restaurant called Okusen for the second day in a row. Before going out, I brought in all of the laundry, folded it, and cleaned every room. There were no other customers, and I talked with the owner for a long time. He shared his experience of working as a chef with me. I especially enjoyed hearing about the time he worked at a political fundraising party and served the Yomiuri Giants baseball team. After that, I went to a standing bar called Go-tsubo. The owner was still unfriendly, but he was not as unfriendly toward his regular customers. I came back home and continued drinking next to my nephew. Meanwhile, four- or five-year-old Yujiro was studying. It seemed like such a healthy family activity that it made me wonder whether I was just a bad influence on them. I felt kind of guilty. I wondered whether my personality was suited to a healthy family environment. I fell asleep just after 11 pm.
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- The Last Night Of Staying Sister's House My nephew went out to a shopping mall called Aeon by himself by bicycle. During that time, I handled my laptop as usual. Around 3 pm, his friends came. Rintaro went to a local hounted house which we visited the previous day, with his friends again. Around 4 pm, he went to a basketball team practice and after that, he will be stay his paternal grandparents' house. In the evening, I went to a local restaurant, Okusen 2 days in a row. Before went out, I put all of laundrie back inside and folded them and clean up every room. There were no customers and I talked a lot with the owner. He shared me of his experiece of working a chef. Especially, the story of when served at a political fundraising party and staying baseball team Kyojin was interesting. I moved to a standing bar Go-tsubo. The bar owner was still unfriendly but he was not so such attitude to a regular customer. I came back home and continued drinking next to my nephew, 4 or 5 years old Yujiro was studying. It must be healthy activity so it reflected me if I am just a harmful to them. I felt kind of guilty. I wondered that my personal character is not suitable at a healthy family environment. I fell asleep just after 11 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
