The Meshidas didn't listen to the radio or watch local television. Not being native English speakers, they had to focus on reading or listening to English.
Kamiko Meshida, the mother of the home, was a little short but thin, and had a very conservative look about her. A very plain look about her. While she wore American clothing, it was rather plain as well. A long-sleeved sweater and ankle-length skirt.
Katashi, her husband, was the authority in the family. Both Kamiko and her daughter were expected to follow his instructions as the head of the household. Her son, despite being the youngest, had much more freedom. He was the only one who seemed to be adapting well to America.
Late in the day, the doorbell rang. Kamiko went to answer it, and found there was a package delivery for the family. She opened it. Inside was a letter in Japanese. It was from the Japanese American Citizens League.
The nearest Japanese community was in the nearest city to the suburb they now lived in. Her husband had taken them there...and they were second or third generation...no recent immigrants as they were.
Inside, along with the letter, were some Japanese books for the family. *That was nice of them to send us. I will have to suggest Katashi send them a donation,*she thought. She began reading one of them, and found herself completely engrossed in the narrative about a Japanese American family.
