Kibana

A few nights after I arrived in Hakodate, I made friends with a girl called Tomomi-san. She was very patient, genuinely interested and tolerant of my broken Japanese punctuated with numerous えと。。あの。。moments. Last night, I opened my door after hearing a faint knock, and there was Tomomi-san, holding a packet of cookies in her outstretched hands. I took them graciously using some of the right vocabulary for that situation, but I don't think she really understood exactly how welcomed they made me feel. Thank you Tomomi-san!