My stepdaughter was in town today, paying us a quick visit before heading back to school. Pictured above is a thoughtful gift she gave us: the sublime peanut butter mochi from Fugetsu-Do, a Japanese confectionery in Little Tokyo. I love the history of the store (the Kito family has owned it since 1903; yes, it’s a 112-years-old business) and even though I’m not the biggest mochi fan, their peanut butter mochi is one of my favorite desserts. My stepdaughter introduced me to this particular flavor and whenever we’re in the area, we’ll try to score a few packages.
My wife and I were excited to see her; it’s been almost two months since she was home. She arrived late last night and we all chatted until the early morning hours. Every time she comes back during her breaks from school, it’s like a new person is talking to us. She’s still the same person, obviously, but personality-wise she’s an adult now. Since I’ve known her, she’s been mature for her age, and the person she has become (and is still becoming) is intelligent, lovely, and a pleasure to know. Of course, I’m biased when I say she’s a cool kid, but I don’t care. She is.
I love hearing about her college experience, from the daily goings-on with her roommates to what she’s learning in her classes. I love discussing social justice with her and I’m so proud to see her committed to making positive changes in the world. It’s people like her that give me hope for the future and I know the world is in good hands with her around.