My daughter singing Hyokkori Hyoutan-jima reminded me of my twenties
My daughter had a choral festival.
I took a short break from work to go listen.
Hearing my daughter sing "Hyokkori Hyoutan-jima" reminded me of my twenties.
A choral festival is a little different from a competition.
While the beautiful harmonies remain, there is choreography, popular songs are sung, and there is a bit of a groove to it.
It is fun.
My daughter sang "Hyokkori Hyoutan-jima".
With a huge smile.
And with choreography.
I had heard my daughter sing this song a few times before.
But, it suddenly came back to me.
Oh, this.
This was a song that used to play in my head all the time back then.
When I was in my early twenties.
When work was tough, I was working overtime desperately, and riding my bike home along the riverbank.
I often sang this song at the top of my lungs.
It was to encourage myself.
Even though I had heard it many times, I had completely forgotten.
The dimly lit riverbed.
The damp air.
Willow leaves swaying in the wind.
The day ends, and I pedal my creaky bicycle home as best I can.
A song about not giving up, not crying, and trying to move forward with a smile.
I think it was a song I really needed back then.
Now, my daughter is singing that very song.
My daughter's cheeks are round and plump.
The fingertips she stretches out in her dance rise straight and high.
It looked as if there was light at the tips of them.
Even though it's the same song, it somehow sparkles so much.
It didn't sound like a song to force myself to be brave, but a song of hope.
The teacher's piano notes are bouncing, too.
After finishing the song, the girls wave to the audience as they leave.
I found myself waving back.
The theme song I used to sing to myself in my head to encourage myself.
That has transformed into my daughter's round, plump cheeks and beautifully extended fingertips.
Sparkle.
Light, at the fingertips.
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