My wife and I had a terrible fight last week, which I thought was the first time
in the 24 years we have been married. I took a day off that day and the fight
developed in the morning after our daughter and son left home for school. I was
not sure what caused it, but I bet it was something trivial. I was worried about
something that had never bothered me before.
After she left home for her part-time job, I hung around Osaka without a plan.
On my way to the Shiba Ryotarou Museum, I received a message from Junko. By
exchanging some opinions, we resolved our misunderstanding.
On my way home, it started pouring rain, so I decided to have dinner at a
small restaurant or Izakaya. When I left the bar, my feeling returned to the
previous one, that she is the most wonderful and respectful lady in the world.