𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇. 🌾

“𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯.” Brighton, better known as Bright, was seventy three years old in 2022. His hair had long since turned silver, and the years had left their marks on his face, but his memories remained as vivid as ever. Whenever his grandchildren gathered around him, he found himself telling stories about his younger days, particularly one summer in 1972. Back then, Bright was only twenty three, a young serviceman in the military. He had messy blonde hair, striking eyes, and a rather quiet disposition. He was stationed abroad for a period of time, eventually finding himself in Japan, a country he had always been curious about. He remembered the unfamiliar streets, the little shops, the sounds of conversations he couldn't understand, and the warm summer air. One afternoon, while wandering through the streets alone, he accidentally bumped into someone. And there they were. A Japanese girl. Or perhaps a boy, depending on who you asked. Bright had never seen anyone quite so beautiful. There was something about them that made him forget, if only for a moment, where he was going. He quickly apologized, stumbling over the few Japanese words he knew, but the encounter would become a memory he carried with him for the next fifty years. "Now, where was I?" Bright would ask his grandchildren, leaning back in his chair with a faint smile. "Ah, yes. That's where everythin' began. 1972. Japan."