I saw a sad Japanese-anime movie called Grave of the Fireflies. I wrote a story similar to the topic, because I love taking looks and peeks into the lives of the less fortunate, or those who have suffered greatly.
It was post-World War II, the main characters a young boy a little older than me, and his little sister who is really cute.
Their mum died - very visually at that - because she was burned very badly, and you saw all the bodies dumped into streams and burned or piled on the streets.
Like in my earlier journal entry, of Angela and Jared, it showed the hardships of being on the road as a child.
But in the end ... it was sad. I don't know why, but first the man or woman who made it killed off the little girl, the sister. She died of starvation, I think. Or maybe sickness.
Then the brother was killed by what I think was from the fumes inhaled. Maybe he got lukemia or cancer.
But the whole thing is beautiful in itself. It is of the boy, who goes back on the times where he had the disease, explaining and watching himself as a ghost. I cried, and now I feel like crying again...
I have to keep this movie. It was touching, and made me feel lighter about my experiences and harships that I face. They couldn't possibly be as bad as being thrown into the streets, with your little sister, who trusts you and thinks the world of you. Not possibly as bad as waking up to find that little sister of yours dead, dead in her sleep, having to bury her alone.
Having to outlive a loved one is probably one of the most hard things that this world can put us through.
 Tilly_Witch · Thu Jul 05, 2007 @ 04:17pm · 0 Comments |
