DAY 171 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · May 18, 2026
One hundred and seventy-first late afternoon.
On May 17th, the station is bathed in a warm, golden spring glow.
Hydrangeas bloom in shades of blue and purple along the railings, while the lush green canopy sways gently in the breeze.
Commuters move quietly and unhurriedly in the pleasant air.
Inside, a small wooden yo-yo rests in my palm.
It’s smooth, perfectly balanced, with a long string wound tight.
Every day, I feel it drop into the ache of missing you, spinning fast at the bottom of the fall, then climbing back up with quiet determination.
It never stays down forever.
It always comes back.
The train arrives, sunlight sparkling on its windows.
Doors open.
A little boy, no more than six or seven, runs ahead of his mother toward the exit.
His bright yellow yo-yo slips from his pocket, bounces once on the platform, and rolls straight toward me.
It stops gently against my front paw, still spinning slowly, as if it had travelled across the whole station just to say hello.
The boy notices, smiles wide, and for a second he wants to come closer.
His mother calls him back gently.
He waves at me instead, then runs to catch up with her.
The yellow yo-yo stays there for a long moment, still turning in small circles, before the boy’s mother notices and comes back to pick it up.
She gives me a soft, understanding smile before they both disappear into the crowd.
As May carries its golden light forward, this small wooden yo-yo deepens the vigil, reminding every heart that passes: some devotions are not still or heavy, they drop into the deepest ache, spin fast at the bottom, and always climb back up with quiet strength, patiently waiting for the one who first held the string to finally take it back into their hand.
Hachiko keeps returning.
We’ve been hit.
We’re still standing.
We push again.
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