Today was the dress rehearsal for the deaf school’s culture festival. The mothers usually sit it on it, as I did today.
The junior high school students went to Hiroshima for their school trip. They are doing a sort of skit, in which an atomic bomb goes off. I always feel self-concious when the students make presentations on the atomic bombings. I feel that everyone expects me to be apologetic. The other day, I told my students that my purse was once stolen in Japan, and they apologized to me. But I don’t want to apologize for the war. I married a Japanese man. Isn’t that enough?!