She met the love of her life at Santa Anita Racetrack. It was 1942. After the bombing at Pearl Harbor the Japanese people living on the West Coast were ordered to pack one suitcase and report to an assigned Assembly Center. The racetrack was one of the centers. Each family lived in a newly whitewashed horse stall. She met him there. Both were barely 20 years old. He was nicknamed 'Hollywood' for his good looks, she, the youngest of four, longing for her own identity. Later each were moved with their families to Arkansas but at different Internment camps. They corresponded over the next four years and married at the end of World War II in Chicago after they were released from the camps. I admire Mom's fortitude, her gentle and kind nature, her ability to remain sweet and loving through hardships. I remember waking up early as a child to sit with Mom as she got ready for work. I sat in the steamy bathroom after her shower and watch her powder her face in a comfortable silence. To this day I am an early riser, long before the sun is up.