Dong! The bell vibrated and rang throughout Hiroshima at 8:15 am once again. Loud and clear, yet somehow peaceful too. Ikeda Kazuya looked up as she walked to school, a heavy backpack on her back slowing her down. A daily routine. Daily, yet not monotonous.
“Why do you always ring the bell?”
Kazu had waited to finally find the courage to ask.
“Young child, sit down. And I’ll tell you.”
Kazu nodded, and sat obediently.
“Have you heard of the Hiroshima bombing? It was 71 years ago. I’m old, aren’t I? I was 8 when I survived…”
She looked over at Kazu, who seemed desperate to avoid eye contact.
“You’re a shy one, aren’t you?” The woman smiled, causing wrinkles to appear on her frail skin.
“I ring the bell every day to remember. The bell is here to signify peace. Lots of people died, you see. The bomb dropped at 8:15 am, the time I ring the bell. August the 6th, 1945. I was blown back. My vision had faded, then I recall waking up in the hospital.” …show more content…
I was barely alive. ‘Mirai, Mirai!’ I can remember my parent’s voices, calling out. A sound I can never erase. They died that terrible
“Why do you always ring the bell?”
Kazu had waited to finally find the courage to ask.
“Young child, sit down. And I’ll tell you.”
Kazu nodded, and sat obediently.
“Have you heard of the Hiroshima bombing? It was 71 years ago. I’m old, aren’t I? I was 8 when I survived…”
She looked over at Kazu, who seemed desperate to avoid eye contact.
“You’re a shy one, aren’t you?” The woman smiled, causing wrinkles to appear on her frail skin.
“I ring the bell every day to remember. The bell is here to signify peace. Lots of people died, you see. The bomb dropped at 8:15 am, the time I ring the bell. August the 6th, 1945. I was blown back. My vision had faded, then I recall waking up in the hospital.” …show more content…
I was barely alive. ‘Mirai, Mirai!’ I can remember my parent’s voices, calling out. A sound I can never erase. They died that terrible