Early Spring 1865
He’s saying goodbye.
In my memories later, after the war, during those lonely years, I recall there being sakura falling. But of course not – it was too early for them, and there weren’t any sakura in that courtyard.
But Okita-san is saying goodbye. That since they’re moving out of my father’s house, this is a good time to end it. He’s been advised that it’s all for the best.
I had spent the day, helping them to prepare for leaving. With my hair covered and my sleeves pulled back. I was ready to help the Shinsengumi settle in, just next door, at the temple. My hair is dusty and starting to frizzle. We’ve had a good time, today, laughing. He stole my hair cover and chased my brothers with the broom.
But the temple is only next door, I say, fighting back tears, trying to smile. I can see you all the time. Won’t you miss my cooking?