Because of the demands of work and writing, I will be stepping away from this blog for a while. I hope to return when the time is right! Thanks for reading, everyone. pecunningham: Hiromi Ito We heard father’s voice A low voice, ooooh, ooooh My little brother clung to me and cried out to me, Is he dead? Maybe he’s not? When I went to ask Mother went into the bathroom, caressed father, groaned, a