the red train and yellow mustard flowers

I was looking at some japanese children's books on the internet last night and came across this description of a book called, the red train and yellow mustard flowers. it made me lol big time:

My Grandma who lives in the countryside is like a shriveled alien and I don’t want to go near her. But my cousin, she’s always near her. I don’t know why she can be so nice. But the following spring, when my Grandma passed away, my heart ached.

god, no wonder the japanese don't leave the confines of their bedrooms for years!