That was the last summer she was strong.
Ren touched the letters. “Did it work?” -Nana Natsume--
She closed her eyes. “Nothing is mine . Everything is just passing through . I am passing through. The cat is passing through. The only thing that stays is what you do with it.” That was the last summer she was strong
“I’m not taking it, Nana. It’s yours.” next to the faded Natsume
And on its belly, next to the faded Natsume , are new kanji, carved with a careful, trembling hand: