Oyoko Day Essay Vol.4

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We will introduce some works from the collection of works in past Oyako Day Essay contest.   LAYING POSSUM The little girls’ batteries begin to run down after eight at night. You can measure the younger one’s fatigue by how much she cries. As for her full of energy older sister, she survived today’s kindergarten, but now she’s run out of juice and is sleeping on the sofa. Mom’s the one who’s supposed to get them both upstairs to bed. After a 10 kilo and then a 17 kilo freight transfer to the second floor, Mom’s ready to give it up, but when she comes back to the living room,…

Oyoko Day Essay Vol.3

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We will introduce some works from the collection of works in past Oyako Day Essay contest.   I COULD HAVE PICKED A BETTER MOTHER Always at work, never at home; oh, how I hated my mother. When I thought I heard her at home, I’d find her standing there at the kitchen sink with her back to me. By middle school, I was fed up with everything. One day something happened at school that bothered me and everything went haywire. At home, I blew my top and turned on my mother. “If only I could have chosen my mother ! I would’ve picked a better one !!” I could see…

Oyoko Day Essay vol.2

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We will introduce some works from the collection of works in past Oyako Day Essay contest.   THE DAY I BCAME A PARENT I suddenly became the mother of a 10 year-old, American boy. Not a blood relation, but a foster parent. He was cute for the first month, but from there on, he plunged into rebellion. He was difficult and emotionally unstable. How many times did I think I should to stop being a foster parent? When I thought of giving over my role to a social worker, the words stuck in my throat and I couldn’t go through with it. Our mud-slinging went on for a half a…

Oyoko Day Essay vol.1

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We will introduce some works from the collection of works in past Oyako Day Essay contest.   IT’S JUST ABOUT BEING TOGETHER “Your stomach aches again? You know, if you say that every morning, people will stop believing it’s true. Then when it really hurts, no one will help you. Now get up and get ready to go.” From kindergarten through first grade, for 4 years, it was the same every day. My daughter would complain of stomachaches and refuse to get dressed. Even if I drove her to the kindergarten, she wouldn’t get out of the car. When it came time for us to separate, she’d burst into tears,…