dedalus Posted April 1, 2011 Share Posted April 1, 2011 (edited) Four-year-old Manami Kon sleeps after writing a letter to her mother, who was swept away by tsunami in Miyako, Iwate Prefecture. The little girl said late last month that she would write to her mother, and spreading a notebook on a kotatsu table at the home of relatives she spent nearly an hour writing: "Dear Mommy, I hope you are alive. Are you well?" Manami's father and younger sister also remain unaccounted for. Manami chan, the sea took your mama away and she lives in heaven now with dada and your sister. You are alive, sweet girl, and I think you may not believe in life, in your solitary survival, as the years march on. People will forget. They always do You will think, many times, better to have joined them, to have shared their fate, why, why should I be spared? Was there a reason? Probably not. The gods of all countries play dice with human lives, inhumanly laughing. And so, Manami, all of four years, I think you will learn to dispense with these gods for they are not needed. There are people in the world you do not even know, people from countries you have never even heard of, places like India, Australia, Luxembourg, Pakistan, Ireland, Sikkim, whose hearts go out to you. They will try to send money. This is what all good people do, willing, useless, wringing hands, wistfully helpless. Some Americans will try to adopt you. Avoid that. Go to school. Get a job that will help other people, and stay in Japan. Get married, have kids. Remember your mother. Edited April 1, 2011 by dedalus Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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