VOSHN 29

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="025"><tr><td class="etesti">025</td><td class="edate">Around 9 o'clock on August 6<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">13 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Oh, my!  It's you, Yotchan! a man in my neighborhood exclaimed.</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>A friend of mine said, "You look so different.  Are you OK, Yotchan?"  "Am I injured, too?" I asked.  "You look awful," she said, so I touched my cheek softly with my finger.  I felt that it was somewhat stiff, not soft as it always was.  And when I saw my finger, a piece of skin was stuck on it.  I was sure I was injured.  Then I noticed large pieces of skin were dangling down from both of my arms, and I realized that I was seriously injured.</p><br><p>I managed to come back near my house.  There I met a man in my neighborhood.  He had known me well and had always been nice to me, but he did not recognize me then.  When I said hello to him, he was astonished and exclaimed, "Oh, my!  It's you, Yotchan!"</p><br><p>Turning the corner, I could see my parents were fussing around.  Although I was standing there within their sight, neither of them recognized me.  When I threw my arms around my mother, crying, they finally knew I was their daughter Yoshiko.  I must have been much transformed.</p></div></body>