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Miss Fuji is seen standing near the cemetery. She is next to a long building. The grave in front reads “あデリン” or “Aderine”.

”She said her sister was dead. I said “I’m so sorry that that happened”. There was no way it could be her. “Can you please tell me her name?” She replied “Ade(L)ine”. I was shook. Nobody else used that name because of the “L” in it.

The date was 2011, March 11th. It was 4pm. Missis Fuji was yelling “somebody please! My daughter is somewhere in the other town! Somebody please retrieve [the daughter] before something happens [to her]. [I] can’t get there!” She was repeating these words. She had hurt her foot while running up the hill and couldn’t drive. She had only known Adeline for 4 years. The girl had come from America. She had flown overseas to adopt. Her husband wasn’t keen on the idea of travelling across the world for a baby. She was the one thing that made living worth it. Before that, Missis Fuji would be depressed by the endless days of running errands and pulling weeds from the rice fields. It was the only thing to do in Iwate. Grow rice. Maybe cabbage if you were lucky. Her only purpose in life was farming rice and caring for her children. Until the day it got swept away by the ocean.

“We would both mess around in the back of the classroom while the teacher was trying to teach. She didn’t live here. She lived in the next town and went to school here. We always secretly thought that she could speak perfect English or something, because of the name. Ade… Lin was her name. On the first day of school, the teacher thought that she was lying, because we all thought that it sounded cool. One time we brought a small trumpet to school and played random noises. We kept the trumpet hidden so the teacher couldn’t see. I still have the trumpet. I remember the day I last saw her. She was saying “Ika sete kudasai!” Let me go please! … She was under a wooden shelf from the downstairs hallway”

“I would say the worst part of it is the phone call. You recieve a phone call saying your daughter died at school. Along with a few other students. The gym downstairs had flooded and they were all trapped”.

Description
Quickly drawn in 3 minutes.
Miss Fuji is seen standing near the cemetery. She is next to a long building. The grave in front reads “あデリン” or “Aderine”.

”She said her sister was dead. I said “I’m so sorry that that happened”. There was no way it could be her. “Can you please tell me her name?” She replied “Ade(L)ine”. I was shook. Nobody else used that name because of the “L” in it.

The date was 2011, March 11th. It was 4pm. Missis Fuji was yelling “somebody please! My daughter is somewhere in the other town! Somebody please retrieve [the daughter] before something happens [to her]. [I] can’t get there!” She was repeating these words. She had hurt her foot while running up the hill and couldn’t drive. She had only known Adeline for 4 years. The girl had come from America. She had flown overseas to adopt. Her husband wasn’t keen on the idea of travelling across the world for a baby. She was the one thing that made living worth it. Before that, Missis Fuji would be depressed by the endless days of running errands and pulling weeds from the rice fields. It was the only thing to do in Iwate. Grow rice. Maybe cabbage if you were lucky. Her only purpose in life was farming rice and caring for her children. Until the day it got swept away by the ocean.

“We would both mess around in the back of the classroom while the teacher was trying to teach. She didn’t live here. She lived in the next town and went to school here. We always secretly thought that she could speak perfect English or something, because of the name. Ade… Lin was her name. On the first day of school, the teacher thought that she was lying, because we all thought that it sounded cool. One time we brought a small trumpet to school and played random noises. We kept the trumpet hidden so the teacher couldn’t see. I still have the trumpet. I remember the day I last saw her. She was saying “Ika sete kudasai!” Let me go please! … She was under a wooden shelf from the downstairs hallway”

“I would say the worst part of it is the phone call. You recieve a phone call saying your daughter died at school. Along with a few other students. The gym downstairs had flooded and they were all trapped”.