Terrible But Great Rewarding

You each has a bad memory, or more, about what you have traveled. This is, you know, the worst one that I ever. But this my visit was the best rewarding.

The midst of the tour was really bad. No sleeping on a ferry, that inconvenient town, raining through the whole tour days was especially killing me. First day, I was on a ferry bound for my hometown, Kitakyushu, Fukuoka, and then I couldn't sleep for just a minute. What happened to me? The answer was this. I would go to bed in a free-sleeping room (this room doesn't need extra money, so costomers only pay for a ferry fare), but the person sleeping next to me suddenly rolled to me closely, closely, and too closely. I couldn't put up with him coming, so I decided "Tonight, I never sleep!" I didn't want to have a stranger holding tight on me (still now), plus that was a man. The following day, I went to my grandma on my father's side to show her my undergraduate degree while it pattering. Raining a lot outside didn't have me notified her crying for happiness. Her eyes told me what she was. I left the place, and then I got on a train. I was in Saga after I changed trains three times. First, I went to the hopital where my grandpa was. He looked badly worse than I saw in January. Too skinny and dry. He seemed to have a dim sight, too. When I passed him my book that I had received at the commence ceremony, he held it with his weakened fingers. He opened and then closed it again and again, and again. You know, he couldn't read any words with his little sight, but he found something like my name on the book and ticked the namelike words off his trembling fingers. At his home, my another grandmother cried for happiness, and cheerfully threw words at me.

I'll never forget their actions about seeing my book. I don't know surely how happy they felt, because I have no child and, of course, no grandchild, but I appreciate everything from them, forever.