I asked in front of the table facing toward the small class.
My friend, Moe and I were chosen for the leader of the flea market that was opening in the Japanese Weekend School. This time of the year was always special, and we, for the 3rd time had to take incharge.
“Last year we did miçanga and that was great, so we should do that again!” My classmate said.
“I want to make foods that are sold on the festival days! Like Takoyaki!” Another shouted out.
The rule for the flea market was to not use fire or electricity, so we had to cut down most of the ideas given by the class.
“Then why don’t we make choco-banana?” A girl called out from back of the class, and we all agreed to her.
“Okay, we all agreed to make choco-banana, and I agree that we should make miçanga, too.” I said. “But, unlike last year, we should make the miçanga by ourselves, maybe we could get some help from our parents, but we should make most of them!” Moe and I said it together.
Because our class worked perfect together, our discussion ended pretty quickly. Our decision was praised by the other graders as well as the teachers, and we started getting ready.
Choco-banana had to be made before the day of the flea market, but making misanga, braided bracelet for good luck charm, needed time. First, it was awful. Lots of threads being wasted and we had no idea how to make them. Most of the boys almost gave up making them, but because of the efforts we put in them, we have created more miçanga than the year before.
On the day of the flea market, we all wore the red T-shirt that represented our class, and dressed wearing happi, Japanese festival clothes, and began doing our jobs.
“We have the tastiest choco-banana here! Please come by and buy it!”
“Isn’t this cute? You put it on to your wrist with your wish, and yours would come true when this miçanga comes off!”
We raised our voice trying not to lose anybody else. We sure were shining like a star that day.
Choco-banana was a big hit to the customers and they just disappeared from the table quickly. Moe and I walked around to sell miçanga, and everywhere we walked, someone would stop us to look at them and buy them. Our misanga sold out, too, and our flea market closed with a big success.
After we came back to the class, we were all tired but with the feeling of great achievement. We put on the miçanga that we made for each of us. The excitements were still among us as bloods were rushing through our body. And we shared teary moments together, knowing that most of the students including I, were quitting the school for various reasons at the end of the year.
We met at Japanese Weekend School in New York. We all had different lives, but we came together, sharing a time of the day on Saturday when a lot of people are spending time with their family, working as friends and group. Our relationships were special like an endless deep ocean, and the flea market made us realize that.