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+ | When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. |
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| − | There was a time when I cut my hand.<br> |
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| + | It is because a real one was mixed in within all those cooking utensils. |
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| − | Borrowed things, wooden toys, and things that I made<br> |
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| + | While I was playing with this pretty sharp object, I have cut myself between the fingers. |
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| − | Because among all these tiny cooking utensils<br> |
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| + | When I returned to my mother with a red hand, |
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| − | There was one genuine item mixed in.<br> |
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| + | I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. |
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| − | Playing with that shiny, ornate knife in hand<br> |
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| + | Mother said it must have hurt. |
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| − | I had cut my hand deeply without realising it.<br> |
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| + | More than those words that I did not understand, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, and I started crying with my mother. |
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| − | When I ran to my mother with hands stained red<br> |
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| + | Fujino, the pain would go away once the cut heals... |
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| − | I remember how she first chastised me,<br> |
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| + | Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. |
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| − | Then started crying while embracing me softly.<br> |
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| + | I do not know what those words mean... |
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| − | It must be painful, my mother said to me.<br> |
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| + | Because not even once did I feel any pain. |
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| − | Rather than such meaningless words<br> |
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| − | I liked the fact that mother was holding me tightly and started to cry with her.<br> |
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| − | Fujino, a wound doesn't hurt if it heals.<br> |
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| − | My mother told me while applying a white bandage.<br> |
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| − | I still don't know the meaning of those words.<br> |
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| − | Because, I've never experienced the thing called pain. |
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| − | + | 3. Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino- |
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Revision as of 19:42, 14 January 2007
When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. Borrowed things, fake things, made things... It is because a real one was mixed in within all those cooking utensils. While I was playing with this pretty sharp object, I have cut myself between the fingers. When I returned to my mother with a red hand, I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. Mother said it must have hurt. More than those words that I did not understand, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, and I started crying with my mother. Fujino, the pain would go away once the cut heals... Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. I do not know what those words mean... Because not even once did I feel any pain.
3. Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino-
