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    "Man, do I have to work?" complained Kiune. "Yes, it is good for you. You need to get out of the house today," declared Obachan. Kiune had just arrived at her grandparent's house yesterday, and she was already bored. Obachan was 83 years old, but still alive. Jiichan, on the other hand, was 87 years old, but thought every year he was the complete opposite, so 78. Kiune was shipped to that putrid house because of spring break. She thought, "Why can't I just stay home and, like hang with my friends? Darn them."
    So, as told, Kiune went outside to work on Obachan's garden. She saw how the carrots were already picked, bright orange color on her plastic chair. She saw Jiichan picking some apples off a tree. "Why don't you come over here and help with me with this, Sunshine?" asked Jiichan. Kiune groaned. She went over to carry the old wooden basket for fruits and veggies. She dragged it to Jiichan, who fluttered over and carefully placed them in the basket. "Go put these in the shed and then go take a little break. You need one." said Jiichan. Kiune sighed and then walked to the shed. She put the full basket on the top shelf of the carved drawer. Then, she traced the entricate designs with her finger. It came out dusty. She thought, "Oh well, I'll wash it off."
    She went upstairs into her tiny room below the attic. She washed her hands and wondered, "I wonder what's up there? We didn't have one in LA. Hmmm.." So, she wandered downstairs to the dinner table and Mrs. Humari was talking to Obachan. She smiled at Kiune then started chattering again. Kiune walked to the silverware to set the table. She thought, "What a lousy job. I bet Clair doesn't do this." Clair was the popular girl at Kiune's school in LA. She hated everyone but her friends, herself, and the hot guys there. She called everyone else bad names, she pranked people's houses, and wore makeup. She was so mean that Kiune wanted to be home schooled. She wasn't.
    She ate sushi with spam in it for dinner. Kiune quietly washed her plate and then went to her room. "Make sure you brush your teeth right now, Kiune," declared Obachan. So she did, as usual. She climbed into her bed and tried to go to sleep. But she couldn't stop thinking about one thing. Her grandparent's past. And the attic. As Obachan and Jiichan went to sleep, she tip-toed to the back of her room, and took the ladder for the attic. She opened it up and then opened the screen. There was a tiny spider, so she took her shoe, and swatted it. It went away. She couldn't scream because then it would wake them up. She climbed up and gasped. There were tons of old photographs of many different people. She looked at one that look familiar and a young lady and a man were on it. It wrote, "Edith Kawabi and Kuni Iwo. 1976." She remembered her grandparent's name. EDITH AND KUNI!
    Sht thought, "OMG!!! Oh man..Oh man."
    Kiune started to stare at some pictures. Some were people who sounded familiar; others she thought were from Mexico. Then she realized what her mom had said when she was studying ethnics in 5th grade. "You're 50% Japanese and I'm total Japanese. Your grandparents were sent to camps somewhere in Arizona because Japan bombed Pearl Harbor. That's where they met." She thought, "Deja vu. OMG!!! So that's why."
    She got up early the next morning and went to the market. She saw Mr. Harauro, a good friend of her parents. He said, "Why, hello Kiune. You gonna come here often now?"
    "Oh, maybe, but I'm here to see if anyone has a laptop that I can borrow." said Kiune. "Oh yes, Craig Momori has one. He's over there." said Mr. Harauro, pointing to a man with a blue bandana and glasses. Kiune skipped over to him and asked him if she could use it. "Use what?"asked Craig.
    "Your laptop, please. I need to look up something." Kiune said sweetly.
    "Alright, alright." Craig said.
    "Yes," she mouthed. She looked up, "Japanese Pearl Harbor." Kiune scrolled down about 5 paragraphs, then spotted a certain name. Poston.
    She thanked Craig and sprinted back home. Panting, she asked Jiichan if she could ask him some questions. He hesitated, but then agreed.
    She took him into her room, with the ladder still there.
    "Why do you still live in Poston? Did something happen to you? Where were you when you were sent t--" questioned Kiune.
    "Instead of answering each question, I'll tell you the story," he began,
    "I was 12 years old, the same age as you are, when I was sent there.
    I hated it because part of my family was sent to Poston, part of it to somewhere in North Dakota. Actually, to be exact, it was my Jiichan and Uncle. My mother and sister were in Poston. We were sent to camps when Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese," he swallowed at the word.
    " We lived in Barrack 3. Ahh..I remember now. I used to make a whole lot of trouble back then. I weeped for weeks, but then, one day, when i was listening to one of my friends, Frank Tatami, yes him, my mother came running for me. She said, "Kuni! Kuni! Come to the house this instant!"
    "So, I did. She shoved a newspaper on my face. It read, 'Japan and USA make truce.'
    We were so happy, we started dancing. People thought we were crazy, but we didn't care. So, we were sent back to Southern California, and I saw my grandfather and uncle for the first time in years. So, when I became an adult, I moved back to Poston with Obachan and we have lived there ever since. The end"
    "Wow. Just wow," said Kiune, "So that's how you're still here. Well, now I got my next year's history project. Thanks Jiichan!"
    "No problem, Sunshine," he smiled. "Or in Japenese, daijoubudesuo!"
    Her face light up like, well the sun.


    This is a real story, well kinda. I mixed in some stuff I read from a book about it. Also got some stuff from grandparents. Hope Obachan and Jiichan are doing well, along with Mrs. Tatami and Mr. and Mrs. Hirada.