Waterwalker #2
The Intersection of My Sister's Death and My Birth My sister, Mayumi, just two and a half, was unusually talkative, likely influenced by our older brother, Ken-ichi, who was two years her senior. She'd gently stroke my mother's pregnant belly, saying, "Hey, come out soon," as if eagerly awaiting my arrival. With a four-year-old and a two-year-old to care for, my mother's pregnancy slowed her movements in those final weeks. On the early afternoon of August 5, 1951, Mayumi was alone outside our front door. Ken-ichi had gone elsewhere. My sister, Mayumi, just two and a half, was unusually talkative, likely influenced by our older brother, Ken-ichi, who was two years her senior. She'd gently stroke my mother's pregnant belly, saying, "Hey, come out soon," as if eagerly awaiting my arrival. With a four-year-old and a two-year-old to care for, my mother's pregnancy slowed her movements in those final weeks. On the early afternoon...