VOSHN 122

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="114"><tr><td class="etesti">114</td><td class="edate">Around August 12<sup>th</sup>-13<sup>th</sup>, 1945</td><td class="eage">29 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>Possibly my husband might come out from behind the Atomic Bomb Memorial Dome</td></tr></table><div class="largep"><p>I had been walking around the town with my baby boy on my back to find my husband day after day.  As my baby always called my husband "daddy", I shouted,</p><p>"Daddy, daddy.  Daddy, daddy, where are you?  Please answer me."</p><p>My son on my back also shouted, "Daddy, daddy!!"</p><br><p>Last year I visited Hiroshima to pray at my husband's grave with an atomic bomb victim living in Tokyo.  The memories came back to my mind when I visited the Atomic Bomb Memorial Dome.  I couldn't stand on my feet.  I was crying.  I felt embarrassed.</p><p>I felt that my husband might come out from behind the Dome.</p></div></body>