VOSHN 148

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="138"><tr><td class="etesti">138</td><td class="edate">On the morning of August 9<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">30 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I still cannot forget my seven-year-old-son's back.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img408.jpg"><div class="large"><p>On August 9th, I left home at 10:10 in the morning.  My children wanted to come with me.  Especially my oldest son insisted on taking him with me.  I had to soothe and calm him down before I left.</p><p>    He then said, "Mother, if you don't want to take me with you, can you buy me a paper plane, please?"  Paper planes were the toys that children used to play in those days.</p><p>    I took him to the shop nearby and bought three paper planes for him and his two younger brothers.  He was satisfied and went back in the direction of our house.  He didn't even look back at me.</p><br><p>I gazed at him silently until he turned to the direction of our house at the corner and disappeared.</p><p>That turned out be the farewell to my children.  I still cannot forget my seven-year-old son's back.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>