In a serene and ancient period of Japan, a samurai of humble origin named Kaito led a life alongside his loving wife, Misaki, and their cherished daughter, Hana. While Kaito bore the sword and armor of a warrior, his true wealth wasn’t in gold but in the fertile lands he tilled and the familial bonds he fostered.
The Mirror of Memory: A Poignant Tale of Love and Legacy in Olden Japan
Misaki, on the other hand, embodied grace itself. With her shy and reserved demeanor, she often blended into the background, much like a droplet in a vast lake, especially amongst strangers.
Fate took a twist when Japan was to crown a new emperor. Bound by duty, Kaito had to journey to the grand capital to pay homage to the newly minted sovereign. Even though obligation beckoned, Kaito’s heart fervently yearned to return to the warm embrace of his home.
Upon his return, eager to share the wonders of the capital, Kaito gifted Hana a finely carved doll, and for Misaki, an item reflecting mysteries and wonders: a silvered bronze mirror.
In that era, these mirrors were polished metal surfaces shining flawlessly, quite different from today’s glass mirrors.
Upon seeing her reflection for the first time, Misaki innocently inquired, “Kaito, who is that woman staring back at me from the other side?” Kaito’s tender laughter filled the room. “That, my love, is you.”
A tad embarrassed, Misaki realized that the mirror had the power to reflect her image. Yet, to her, it symbolized much more: it was a testament to Kaito’s undying love. She cherished it as one would a treasure.
As time passed, Misaki’s health, delicate as sakura petals, began to wane. Sensing her days were numbered, she handed the mirror to Hana, whispering, “When sorrow clouds your days, look into this mirror. I’ll always be there with you.” Soon after, Misaki embarked on her final journey.
Hana’s tears flowed endlessly, but solace was found each time she looked into the mirror. She believed she saw her mother, vibrant and youthful, smiling back with an affectionate gaze. One evening, as she murmured sweet nothings to the reflection, Kaito watched with a mix of sorrow and wonder. When he inquired about her actions, Hana replied:
“I’m with mom. Look at her, so radiant and joyful.”
Choking back emotions, Kaito drew close and held her. “Just as you see your mother in that mirror,” he whispered, “I see her in you.”
