Yumi had been drawn back to the beach. Inside her trembling frame her soul screamed in agony, her weakened legs barely held her up. It had been one year and eight months to the hour since hell rose up and sucked away her reason to live. On that frigid silent morning the black putrid ocean came over them and then forever kept coming. The shrieking banshee cry of the tsunami alarm vibrated through her bones as she ran with baby Akiko in her grasp. The impact of the wave smashed her legs and the baby tumbled from her tender grasp. The tiny bundle in the white shawl was pulled under the evil darkness, and was gone. Yumi waded into the Pacific Ocean her eyes on the horizon her heart broken. Soon the mother would again see the baby.


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