Yoko Kawashima Watkins books

So Far from the Bamboo Grove

There were many large potholes, and when I stumbled I felt the strong tug of Mother’s rope on my wrist. The rough rope rubbed and hurt me. My stomach was churning with fright. “I don’t feel good.” I was half crying. “Shh!” Mother stood still. “I hear something,” she whispered. We listened. In the...