Toyama Kako

Seven years ago Toyama Kako’s father came home from work and announced they were moving. Kako had thought she would at lest have time to say goodbye to her friends Ayumu and Lucille before they left. But to Kako’s dismay her father loded them in to the car and later a plan that same day. They left everything behind in there home in Tokyo. Kako wanted to ask why but her parents were vary old fashion and daughters and wifes were to be seen not heard. They moved into a mansion in a gated community. There new home was already furnished, the kitchen already stocked. Kako was inrold in the best school Japan had to offer.

It happened wile Kako was in art class intently concentrated on a watercolor painting. When the cooler started to drain away she tried to chetch it with her brush. But it was no use. Soon the whole room was colorless except for black, white, and shades of gray. Everyone looked confused but no one panicked. The teacher changed the subject of the class to clay pots

After that the whole town seemed to just actsept it, maybe even forget it all together. The word “Color” was only spoken in hushed tones and after three years it was no different from a forin word no one understood. There was no hope of it’s return in Kako’s community, and since miners here were not allowed near TVs, Computers, or phones as far as Kako knew the whole world was like that.

Now Kako is 17. In her room one day she cried out that she wanted to paint again. Back in Tokyo she painted all the time, why couldn’t she now? Her mother tried to hush her but it was no use. The next day Kako’s mother handed her train tickets to Tokyo. “Baby… You need to figer this out. You couldn’t paint in Tokyo either… Your memory is off.” Her mother’s sweet voice said. Kako took the tickets and left…

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