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Sunday, September 12, 2004


...continued from the last post....
I saw Hisa's mother at the ceremony, with no tears in her eyes. Not a tear. It made me wonder what kind of mother would not cry for her daughter's death. Mrs. Yamada, as I called Hisa's mother, was surrounded by her friends and family. She was as dry as a rock. Maybe as strong as a rock. It could've been this silent strength that killed Hisa. Mrs. Yamada looked up at me and somehow she managed to smile at me. At that moment I felt like vomiting in disgust. Was she in denial? Or was she simply used to having death in her family. The death of her husband and mother were all too close. And now Hisa. She must've known now she was alone. Mrs. Yoshida came up to me and told me go hug Mrs. Yamada and to comfort her. I stepped back. Hisa was my best friend, and I missed her. Doing what Mrs. Yoshida asked me to do would make Hisa roll in her tomb. I knew Mrs. Yamada's secrets... and they were many.
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