VOSHN 312

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="290"><tr><td class="etesti">290</td><td class="edate">On August 17<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">My husband died and I was left with my children.</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>34 years old at that time</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>My husband's ashes had been sent to the City Hall on 17th.  I didn't know what to do.  He died.  I was left with my six children.  We didn't have enough to eat.</p><br><p>When I was at a loss what to do, my brothers gave me a telling off.  They said to me, "Get a grip!  You have to be strong.  You have to take care of your children.  I realized something important from their words.  "They are right.  I have to be strong enough to take care of them."  I could bounce back then.</p><br><p>Since then, I have lived like a man, not like a woman.  I always bore in mind that I should play two roles for them, both as a mother and a father.  Sometimes I was their mother, and the other time I was their father.  My attitude had been changing gradually.</p><br><p>Even now I feel I'm strong.  One of my children sometimes says to me, "If you had been timid and weak, you may have killed yourself in that situation.  You must have been so strong."</p></div></body>