My family's "Top ten news" number one position has already been voted. I doubt that there'll be anything bigger than this event for me. I was aware that "the day" was coming one day soon, and it finally came; my only daughter's decision of marriage. When she told me about her decision, I said to myself "here it comes" Her fiancé is a black American artist, Christian young man. I personally am not a racist, however, I am aware that black people's position is by no means fare in the America's society. When I was performing on the musical called "Hair" I became friends with three black males who also was appearing on the musical. One day, I went out with them attempting to catch a cab, however, the cabs never acknowledge the service due to whatever reasons. Before long, they started to cry, because they thought it was their fault that the cab didn't stop. Then, I saw the feelings that lie deep inside of their heart.

In 1970, the equality policy was announced, and the school that was separated by whites and blacks were united, riots were taken place in many cities. Even after thirty years from then, the prejudice and discrimination still remains. It is vary sad situation, however, it is also seen in many churches. My feeling toward her decision was complicated being I knew that the road ahead of them is not an easy road. I shared my earnest concerns with my daughter, but her decision did not change. She told me that her fiancé grew up in foster home, never knew a father. My daughter asked me to be his father and I made a decision to accept gaining a son I never had. When my wife and I were schedule to attend the pastor's conference in Hawaii, she scheduled to have her wedding during the conference. She asked me if I rather be the pastor to marry them or be the father of the bride; I thought for a while, then deciding to become a father of the bride. Our good friend pastor Wayne Cordeiro had accepted her request to do their wedding. My daughter, who had never sewed before, made a veil for her wedding dress to save some money. The day had come and it was raining, as if it was expressing my feelings. However, I did not cry as much expected. I kept telling myself, "I'm not loosing my daughter, I'm gaining a son..."

In my household, I'm the only pure Japanese; my wife is half Chinese, my daughter being ¼ Chinese, now a new son that's African, Latino and Caucasian mix. I wonder what my grand kids will be... and I wonder if the prejudice and discrimination will perish by then. I pray hoping for the day for people unite by the cross of Jesus Christ.

<updated February 15>