In 1945, my uncle was ready to invade Japan. Instead, he brought it home in the form of a starving 17 year old girl whom I came to know as Aunt Lillian. In the occupation he met the teenage Lillian, who had been moved out to the country to escape the bombing. My uncle took her under his wing to take care of her, and treated her like a little sister. When he came home, he brought Lillian. She moved into my grandparents house, and became in effect their daughter. I knew her as Aunt Lillian. Later in life, she met Mitsuru Takeda, who had been interned in California during the war (I never heard him complain). I called them Uncle Mike and Aunt Lillian and they brought a current of Japan into our lives. She taught me origami, took me to Japanese restaurants (rare in the 60s). we had Japanese dolls, Japanese art, always somewhere in our lives. I'm embarrassed to admit that I was a teenager before I realized that two full-blood Japanese couldn't be my actual blood relatives. But I loved them both the same. I guess I've returned the favor in a tiny measure because my game Call of Cthulhu has proven extremely popular in Japan and brought joy to so many Japanese people. Thanks, Japan for my uncle and aunt.