Something "out of the ordinary" is telling us it must be done....

My attempt to find relief from a persistent cold that kept me in bed took me to a doctor, not my home doctor, who had a slot to fit us in.  When the doctor saw my health card and my name he looked up and asked "are you Japanese?".  For an Italian, who usually can't tell the difference between the Asian races, that was already pretty good.  Then he brought in his secretary for me to meet.  "Her nonna (grandmother) was Japanese, can't you see she still has that mandola (almond) eyes".  When Italians say this kind of thing I'm usually skeptical because I saw nothing Asian in her features....afterall so much of Italian blood, whether they like it or not, is generations of interracial mixing and especially with older Italians sometimes they even resemble an Asian. But then, the secretary herself verified the story.  "Yes her name was "Tsuru" and she was from Oita (one of the regions in the Southern Island)".  When I went home and recounted the story, the kids said to me "Mom, this tsuru thing is haunting you"  It must be some kind of fate you're doing this benefit".