My father's sister never married in order to raise me.
For people to understand me when I travel, I speak with my hands.
When I last went to Italy, over two years ago, I had a lot more trouble understanding the language than I used to when I lived there for a year. I used to speak very little but I could understand very well.
But I still always felt the absence of a mother.
I also won one from the emperor of Japan, with a prize for the arts. That's important.
I don't know what they'll say when I die. I don't give a damn, but they'll probably cry.