Elementary Student Essay on Hiroshima Atom Bomb
On that sixth of August I wasnâ€™t going to school yet. At the time, I was playing in front of the public bath near home. Then Sei-chan said, â€œPlease go to the garden and pick some flowers.â€ So I was on my way to get them. All of a sudden there was a big flash and I was scared and tried to go back to the house. And all of a sudden a lot of needles got in my eyes. I couldnâ€™t tell where anything was. When I tried to go toward the house I bumped into the front door. When I opened my eyes everything was darkish. Then Grandma rushed out with Keika-chan on her back. I followed Grandma. We went toward our bomb shelter.
My younger big sister was already inside the shelter so the four of us huddled together. Then my older big sister came running in and we huddled together again. That older big sister was old enough so that she had already gone to work at a bakery. Our mother had already died from illness.
Father, who had been working with the Volunteer Labor Group, came back and was looking to find where we were. When she heard him, my big sister went out and took Fatherâ€™s hand and led him to the shelter. Father was burned all over above his hips. When Sister and the other people saw it they were all scared. A stranger spread some oil on his body for him.
In my heart I thought, â€œThank you.â€
After that we went away to Fuchu in the hills. In a broken temple we put up a mosquito net and we lay down there. We stayed here for a long time. After a while other people began to go back to their homes so we went home too. When we got back we found that the glass was all broken, the chests were toppled over, the shoji were torn, the roof tiles were broken and the plaster had fallen off the walls. We all helped to clear it away and laid father there. After about sixty days, in the middle of the night, Father called to Grandma and said he wanted to eat a sweet potato. Grandma said, â€œAll right,â€ and cooked the sweet potato. â€œFather, the potato is ready,â€ she said and looked at him, but he didnâ€™t answer. I touched his body and it was cold, and he was already dead. Dear Father, dear Mother, good-bye.
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