Emily and I went out to Narita airport to meet Mum. We waited in the drab Terminal 2, where I purchased a bag of carrots at a grocery stall! Even Starbucks was a let down, with 1980s plastic chairs, dry sandwiches and flies buzzing around. I felt as though I could be in a less developed Asian country, not one of the richest economies and most sophisticated cities in the world.
I was quite surprised to find myself welling up momentarily as Mum limped through into Arrivals. Perhaps it was knowing that she'd been brave in flying on her own for the first time to come all this way to see us.
Our journey back to Mita seemed to take ages, and we had to negotiate Tokyo station in rush hour, with the stroller and a heavy bag to manhandle on countless escalators. It must have been bewildering for Mum, who would be jetlagged despite her assertion that she wasn't tired.
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