Creative Writing: Another Day

1945 August 2nd Hiroshima, Japan. I was only eighteen-years-old when the sun blasted into my eyes and I found my little sister screaming

Akio! Akio! “You have to drive me to school! I’m going to be late!”

.Her name was Aimi she is the main reason I still wake up in the morning.

“Did you make your lunch” I groaned

“Mom made it for me”, Our parents work all day only time we see them is on the weekends. Aimi loves school one kid I ever me who loves getting up early and going to a place where you only sit and write. Maybe it 's because it 's the one time of the day she’s able to hang out with her friends. I grab my keys and see her watching the news something about war and how you are able to tryout for the army. I grab the remote as faster

I don’t have a job, but I try my best to get the money that I need to help with getting food on the table, but not all the time I can get a job on the streets, but my Father tells me I should try out for the army but I decline every time he asks me other times I just don’t respond but every time I think tomorrow is another day. I never really respected my parents I always thought they just had children so they could follow in their legacy, but they really never talk to us, Dad yells at the TV when anything about America comes on and Mom just thinks about her looks and never once I have seen them put attention on us. Before I went to bed, I went to go say “good night” when I open the door to Aimi darksome room, I see a bunny doll with buttons as eyes on the floor I start to think back on when it is a Aimi fifth birthday granny bought her a present a doll. Aimi loved it, she would have make pretend tea party with it few months later granny past and no one told Aimi until she found out herself when granny wasn’t visiting often and she found the puzzle pieces and put them together and after that she was downhearted and I had to comfort a five- year- old girl who lost her

I put Aimi on the ground as me and my Mother boarded the boat and when I turned to see my Father screaming for Aimi, I saw her in the crowd holding her doll to her chest never letting go. My Father ran to her kneeling down, by now our boat was leaving shore I screamed to stop the boat as tears dripped down my face my Mother grabbed me and held me down I closed my eyes waiting. It felt like days till we got at least a few miles away, then I heard it the sound that I will never forget I opened the my eyes and saw the grey skies turning to a bright green. I closed my eyes one more time and for that whole ride to China and never once I stopped