Mali led Mitsuko behind the shoji screen where a tub of steaming water awaited her. Mitsuko disrobed and stepped into the tub; the water smelled faintly of jasmine. As soon as Mitsuko was in the tub, Mali began to scrub her daughter's skin hard, trying to wash away as much dirt as possible. Though this wasn't necessary since Mitsuko bathed everyday.
Next, Mali's hands began to scrub Mitsuko's hair, right down to the scalp. Mitsuko struggled as Mali pulled and tugged at her hair. This caused Mali to scrub harder. Resigned, Mitsuko kept her head still until her mother was done. Mitsuko stepped out the tub, and Mali gave her a towel to dry off with. When Mitsuko was dry, she slipped into her under robes. Mali wrapped a band around Mitsuko’s torso three times, each wrap tighter than the last. Mitsuko’s lungs constricted, straining for air.Mali helped Mitsuko into a red silk robe embroidered with dragons. She then tied a golden silk sash around the robe’s waist. Mitsuko raised the hem of the robe, so her feet showed. She slid her feet into the matching slippers. Mitsuko wriggled her toes, trying to ignore the fact that they were pinching her feet.
Mali led Mitsuko to a vanity with several jars of paints, powders, and perfumes arranged on it. Mitsuko took a seat in the wooden chair, and Mali began passing a comb through her dark brown hair. Minutes later, she piled it on top Mitsuko’s head in a traditional Asian hairstyle. The rest of the hair, she plaited and pinned in place. To finish it off, Mali adorned Mitsuko’s hair with a pearl dragon comb. Mitsuko stared at her reflection, admiring the elaborate hairstyle.
Mali moved onto the makeup. She started with the white face paint, carefully applying it on Mitsuko’s face. Next, she dipped a finger into a bowl of bright red paint and smeared it across Mitsuko’s lips. Mitsuko resisted the urge to wipe the greasy stuff off. Mali brushed her cheeks with a rosy, pink powder.
“Close your eyes,” Mali ordered. Mitsuko obeyed as her eyes were layered with kohl.
“Now open your eyes,” Mali said. Mitsuko’s eyes fluttered open as she peered at herself in the mirror.
She gasped. The face paint made her features glow like porcelain The black kohl caused her eyes to appear wider and rounder. The red lip-paint madder her lips seem fuller, and because of the pale pink blush, Mitsuko’s cheekbones looked more prominent. There was only one word to describe her. Beautiful. Mitsuko looked at fragile and perfect as a porcelain doll. Mali smiled with satisfaction.
“Yes, you’re beautiful,” Mali said tenderly, voice trembling with emotion. “Now one more thing you need.” She retrieved a string of pearls from the inside of her robe and slipped it over Mitsuko’s neck to represent the goodness and Light inside Yein. Mali beamed at her daughter with pride.