Some Things Never Change

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Ever since I was a child, I’ve never liked eating the fruit, buns, or other offerings placed on the Buddhist altar at home.

Maybe it was because they had absorbed the smell of incense, but there was also something I couldn’t quite explain. I simply couldn’t bring myself to eat them. That feeling hasn’t changed even now.

Obon is over, and my ancestors have gone home, leaving the offerings behind.

See you next year.