When drops of tears fell from Atsushi's eyes, the girls embraced him, weeping and exclaiming: "Father, I lived as an orphan."10
Atsushi raises his voice. I do not like that you mention this word in front of me. My mother has left, but Shinichi has filled my life with tenderness and warmth as if she were my mother. Her husband Kanji, my father's companion, took me to school and took care of me. My father joined the army when a patrol of army forces arrived in the village, and they signed up most of the men to join the army.11
My father sent me letters and gifts, asked about my condition, reassured us of his health, thanked his friend Kanji and advised him to treat me like his own son, and to provide me with everything I needed. They sat next to me and said Oh Sushi stop yelling, come to sleep, I was crying all night long, screaming, Oh come on Daddy I missed you so much, I didn't stop crying until Kanji brought me a picture of my dad, then I calmed down and relaxed and slept until the sun came up in Shinichi's room.12
Years passed, and my father was absent from the village, and in 1939, since that year, those letters which my father used to send me ceased, as the Second World War broke out between the Allied Powers and the Axis Powers, and I wished that the fire had not reached us. I was thinking of my father, who might be out there on the battlefield. And the battles, but I will not forget that day, August 9, 1945, when the two nuclear bombs fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, since that date, no trace of my father appeared, he disappeared with his warplane13