ピンクと青のキモノの女

The vibrant colors of the bustling marketplace danced around her, but Miko’s heart felt as heavy as the fabric of the kimono she wore. Clad in a striking ensemble of pink and blue, the traditional garment swayed gently with her movements, its silk glimmering in the afternoon sun. Miko had chosen it carefully, hoping it would instill a sense of confidence as she ventured into the world beyond her family’s modest home.

In her twenties, Miko felt the weight of expectation pressing down upon her. The kimono, a symbol of her heritage, was also a reminder of her family’s traditions and the life they envisioned for her. Yet, she longed for something more—something that felt uniquely hers. Today was the day she would attend the annual Matsuri Festival, a celebration of culture and community that always sparked her spirit. But this year, it felt different. This year, she wanted to break free.

As she walked through the market, the laughter of children