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Sachiko poured Aya a cup of instant coffee. “We meet whenever one of us is about to break. Sometimes three times a day. Sometimes not for a month. But we are always here.”

Kenji, Aya’s husband, called from a phone booth in Nagoya. “Aya… the company went under. They’re not paying severance. I don’t know what to do.” bosei mama club

She knocked on the door of 101.

That night, the four women sat on Aya’s floor, eating cold soba noodles, while Haru slept peacefully in Miki’s arms. Sachiko poured Aya a cup of instant coffee

The third woman was quiet. Her name was Hana. She was older, maybe sixty, and she wasn’t there for her own children. She was there for her grandson, whom she was raising alone after her daughter had passed away the previous spring. She didn’t talk much. She just knitted and nodded. Sometimes not for a month