It's been a pretty long time since I've read something and teared. Especially in the papers today, where the mishaps of life are so thoroughly documented that desensitization to tragedies happens to virtually everyone.
But something resonated when I read about little Satomi-chan, the girl who was murdered by her classmate. About her father translating his grief into a letter. The following words triggered something off in me, and I can only say that sometimes this world can be pretty cruel.
"Sat-chan. I'm sorry. You don't have to do any chores.
It's OK to play. Go on and play.
Eat as much candy and ice cream as you want."
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