I was able to manage to save my life after I had suffered from burns all over my body. "I'd like to look at myself with a mirror," I asked my family. But they replied that the mirror was broken and we lost it.
Gradually I recovered and (one day) I got out of bed and looked at the corner of the room while my family was out. There was a big dressing table sitting heavily There was a cloth covering the mirror. I wondered if the mirror was sitting there. "Why did they tell me that there was no mirror in this house?"
I crawled to the mirror and took off the cloth. Although it had been surely broken, one-third remained so there was enough space to look at my face in it.
For the first time I looked at my face that had been injured by the atomic bomb. I couldn't believe the fact. Although I had been feeling my face many times, I couldn't see the previous shape that I used to have up to 8:15 a.m. on August 6th in 1945.
I had wanted to devote myself to the nation so I hurried that morning and rushed to the meeting place. The result turned out to be this reality. I didn't imagine such a result at all. It was a great shock to me.
Being deprived of the beauty of a face, it's equal to death for women. I had suffered the most from my childhood to my adolescence.