Chapter 19

• Amaya
• Returning to Berkeley to gather my things, as well as making arrangements to complete my remote study plan, truly killed me. Mostly because of all the freedom, anecdotes, and good moments I had experienced there. Unlike the Yakuza men my father had assigned to watch over me, it was the men from my future husband who handed me tissues when it became impossible to hold back the tears.
• The first of them was to cancel the housing contract. Saying goodbye to the building was terrible because it had been my home for the past four years. It was where I had started to come out of my shell, to bloom, to feel completely like myself, to grow as a social being. Although I wasn't much of one.