Sixty nine years ago, atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima (6th of August, 1945.)
Sadako Sasaki was just two years old, but that event changed her life forever.
She was sick every day of her life after that event.
That day, the bomb “Little boy” took lives of thousands of innocent boys and girls, took their parents, their homes, their schools.
I remember Sadako’s story from a book I read in elementary school. I will never forget it.
In 1955, Sadako’s best friend Chizuko Hamamoto came to the hospital to visit, and cut a gold piece of paper into a square to fold it into a paper crane, in reference to the ancient Japanese story that promises that anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish. Cranes didn’t help, and Sadako died. She was twelve.
After reading that book, I learned how to make paper cranes. For Sadako.
After her death, Sadako’s friends and schoolmates published a collection of letters in order to raise funds to build a memorial to her and all of the children who had died from the effects of the atomic bomb.
Sadako just wanted to live.
Not much has changed since 1945. It’s not Hiroshima and Nagasaki now, it’s cities with different names, and the methods of killing are different, but we have hundreds of thousands of children all over the world still just wanting to live. Not new toys, not new iphones. Just to live.
Let’s never forget Sadako and all the innocent children caught in the chaos of war.