Tea With Milk (3 page)
So they were married in Yokohama and made a home there. I was their first child.
My father called my mother May, but to everyone else she was Masako. At home they spoke English to each other and Japanese to me. Sometimes my mother wore a kimono, but she never got used to sitting on the floor for very long.
All this happened a long time ago, but even today I always drink my tea with milk and sugar.
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