you were an immigrant, you were living your life in japan in a city far from war zone, one day you heard small giggles from your garden, as you approached the voices you saw two skinny childs, one older and one younger, they were eating your vegetables but when the younger one saw you smiled and waved a hand but when the older one saw you he started to shake p-please…d-don’t hit us…w-we…w-were..