Seizing the Moment Amid Impermanence

Noriko and her parents: “Happy seventieth birthday, Grandma!”

Father: “So, Mom, will you tell us now about the present that you said you wanted?”Grandmother: “The thing is . . .”

Grandmother: “I want to be a junior high school student.”The others: “What?!”

Father: “It’s a flier for night classes at junior high school. ‘Everyone welcome,’ it says. Classes from half past five to nine every weekday evening.”

Father: “Hmmm, that’s quite a late finish.”Noriko: “Wait! That’s my school. What if my friends find out?”

Mother: “So, this is the present that you really want for your seventieth birthday?”Grandmother: “That’s right. I was watching television the other day . . .”

Grandmother: “And there was a foreign artist. They said he was eighty now, and he only started painting when he was seventy. He’d always wanted to be an artist, but he’d been too busy before, so he didn’t have the time.”

Grandmother: “When I saw it, it made me think how I’ve lived in the world so long, without properly going to school.”

Grandmother: “There’s no such thing as ‘too late.’ I want to learn so many things, and understand English and math.”

Mother: “You sound like you’ll use your time well.”Noriko: “Go, Grandma! Do what you want to do.”Father: “I can pick you up each day when class is over.”

Noriko: “One year later . . .”

Grandmother: “Another English assignment complete!”Noriko: “Wow, that’s a lot of words there.”

Grandmother: “Learning new skills is so much fun.”Noriko: “That’s great you’re enjoying it. But what did you write?”

Grandmother: “It’s a letter. Do you remember that foreign artist I told you about? We’re pen pals now.”