a story of many tears
First off, I would like to say thank you to high school japanese class that threw this classic on us as a way to not only aid our learning to japanese vocabulary and culture, but also a way to make us aware and appreciative of many things.
When I tell you it was like waterworks in class during every episode, to the point where the teacher made us watch it at home instead (HAHHA). Thinking back it was a moment in life where I was so confident, comfortable, and reassured. That must have been how Aya felt too right? Before her own legs swept her off her feet and onto the hard, cold ground.
Terrible and traumatized....was my initial takeaway from the drama. That is there were truely any entities up there or down there...they were terribly fickle and random people that clearly did things on a whim. Why? Because as a watched this very sweet girl that had all of life going for her...the realization that she is a real person that had to spend her days waiting for her ability to talk, walk, and be the teenager that everyone else her age was able to be.....was heart wrenching...to say the least. Then to realize that the sweet Haruto that took her out of the pouring rain and was a strenthening presence for her...didn't exist in real life....was honestly so foundationally damaging for me as a child.
But beyond all the sadness and depression that is her....eventual decline into death., it was also a story of hope, watching her fight her way through life wiith the illness as she found the strength to drag herself to school. I...would still be in bed...let alone walking up all those stairs.
I like the family. The warmth and bickering she was happy to be surrounded with during health...as well as the supportive and hesitation that comes with the news of her illness. That it takes time to come around, to accept and to finally resolve to be there. The differences in social pressures to the already tested bonds.
It was..like the title... truelly a story of many tears.
When I tell you it was like waterworks in class during every episode, to the point where the teacher made us watch it at home instead (HAHHA). Thinking back it was a moment in life where I was so confident, comfortable, and reassured. That must have been how Aya felt too right? Before her own legs swept her off her feet and onto the hard, cold ground.
Terrible and traumatized....was my initial takeaway from the drama. That is there were truely any entities up there or down there...they were terribly fickle and random people that clearly did things on a whim. Why? Because as a watched this very sweet girl that had all of life going for her...the realization that she is a real person that had to spend her days waiting for her ability to talk, walk, and be the teenager that everyone else her age was able to be.....was heart wrenching...to say the least. Then to realize that the sweet Haruto that took her out of the pouring rain and was a strenthening presence for her...didn't exist in real life....was honestly so foundationally damaging for me as a child.
But beyond all the sadness and depression that is her....eventual decline into death., it was also a story of hope, watching her fight her way through life wiith the illness as she found the strength to drag herself to school. I...would still be in bed...let alone walking up all those stairs.
I like the family. The warmth and bickering she was happy to be surrounded with during health...as well as the supportive and hesitation that comes with the news of her illness. That it takes time to come around, to accept and to finally resolve to be there. The differences in social pressures to the already tested bonds.
It was..like the title... truelly a story of many tears.
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