Hiroshima

I was born 5 years and 24 days after the bomb fell.

It's said that my mother loved my father and my father loved my mother--that their love for one another was as wide as a human being can hold their arms apart and as large as the world. I don't really know this for sure, since both of them have since disappeared, but I can imagine them still living, walking together on Geary, both using their canes.

When I think about my mother and my father now, I'd like to think that they looked really happy when I was born. But maybe they weren't happy, I don't know.

I do know that no matter how I now feel about myself, what they did changed everything and nothing was the same forever.

When were you born?