Keiko was ashamed of the kimono. aunt fumika had presented it to her tonight after dinner. this visit from aunt fumika had been long awaited by the family. keiko's parents had sacrificed much to arrange for aunt fumika's journey, and now aunt fumika would be here for six weeks. now, the kimono from faraway japan hung forlornly in the closet. it seemed to wonder if keiko would ever wear it. its intricate embroidery of red and pink floral design was embarrassing to keiko. she was distressed by her inner rejection of something that represented her ethnic heritage. the kimono was traditional. its flowery brightness was perfectly suited for spring and summer. summer vacation had just begun and her aunt was delighted to have given her special niece such an appropriate present. now all of her niece's friends would know that keiko's people came from japan. the red and pink blossoms and green bamboo on her kimono were sure to bring her good fortune. aunt fumika had expressed these things that night at dinner, her ink–black eyes shining as keiko had unfolded the kimono from its musty box. now keiko lay in bed, agonizing. how would her friends react to seeing her in traditional japanese dress instead of her usual california summer attire of a tank top, shorts, and sandals? would her friends mock her or appreciate her ethnic pride? each night for the next week, keiko lay in bed staring at the moonlit patterns on the kimono in the closet. it seemed to reproach her. eight nights after aunt fumika's arrival, keiko served a traditional japanese dessert of ohagi. as the family savored the rich warmth of the sweet rice balls, aunt fumika began to talk of life in japan. aunt fumika spoke perfect english, though accented. keiko could understand every precise word. keiko listened intently to the cadences of her aunt's sentences. they seemed to be swept along by a tide of emotion. in aunt fumika's voice, she could hear fierce pride, deep homesickness, and bittersweet nostalgia. keiko pictured the kimono in her closet, smothered behind a thick section of tank tops, sundresses, shorts, and swimsuits. suddenly, the shame burning in keiko's throat became painful. pushing away her plate of half–eaten ohagi, she jumped up and ran from the room, tears streaking her cheeks. she pounded up the stairs, ignoring her aunt's confused cries and her mother's worried questions. in her bedroom, she gently took the kimono from the closet, slipped it off its hanger, and pulled it on. her tears of shame became tears of pride, the same pride she'd heard in aunt fumika's voice. smiling, she emerged from her bedroom, and walked triumphantly down the stairs into the dining room. aunt fumika stood with a gasp of pleasure and came toward her, arms outstretched. "beautiful, keiko," she murmured, her voice catching as she clasped her niece to her in a warm embrace. in that moment, keiko knew she had done exactly the right thing.
what is the main idea of the passage?
it is important to take pride in and appreciate one's heritage.
it is important to pretend that you appreciate gifts even if you don't like them.
the kimono represents traditional japanese dress.
adults will sometimes make you do things that embarrass you in front of your friends.