Read Introduction to Kito Aya and Her Diary from the story One Liter of Tears by ronyswizzle (Queen RØñý ♛) with reads. story, true. (Aya Kito)(July Aya Kitō was a Japanese diarist. She wrote about her personal experiences living with Her mother, Shioka Kitō, convinced her to publicize her diary in order to give hope to others, since Aya had always wanted to be able to help others. Litre no Namida is a dramatic tragedy diary written by Aya Kitō published shortly before her death. The diary, a true story based on her own life, was originally.
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On top of it there’s a bell wich produces a loud sound when it’s rung. Diiary from Aya’s Diary These are the onl Doctor, please help me! Diaru, what on earth should I do? When I was walking, I felt a slight pain in the inner side of my left hip joint. But soon Aya’s balance worsened. Nobody seemed interested in me.
I suppose that the high school administrators did not know how to deal with Aya. A middle-aged woman called me. To be honest, when I ride in it, I tend to think, ‘I’m done for. But when we were crossing a pedestrian bridge, Ako took my schoolbag off me and said, “Aya you’d better hold the handrail while you go up.
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For more guidance, see Wikipedia: It is about a girl coping with her teenage life along with a degenerative disease. Mom visited Akita Hospital by herself. Somehow, as a disabled person, I empathize with them. Some dairy, however, visit various hospitals hoping to get more reassuring words about a cure.
And my body won’t move the way I want it to. Then he went back to his room without doing any homework. In the morning, I nearly choked. Other early symptoms can include: Diarh told me my disease won’t get better, I have prepared myself to burn to the full and then disappear all at once, hoping for a short life.
I’ve decided to eat my meals in my room while it’s cold. Aya is a patient with a very serious illness. I felt a strong affinity with them. More than anyone else in the same part of the hospital, it was the older patients who were moved by Aya.
Keep stretching your Achilles tendon and do lots of deep breathing excercises. This page was last edited dary 5 Decemberat Please ring the hospital immediately if you have trouble breathing or have a temperature. On her way home on her bicycle, she was hit by a car that didn’t stop where it was supposed to.
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She consults me and a young doctor from my university who has been sent to the hospital where Aya is staying now. However, I believe she diiary the hospital understanding what was most important for the long life under medical treatment that she would have to face.
He wants to have more equipment, but, he said, “The money comes first, and everything else follows. It’s that way of thinking that has made me weak. I’d watched Aya grow from a young girl into a woman. The difference from the previous stay is that I’ve been asked not to go out alone because of the danger of falling down. I had a slight stomachache.
This article needs additional citations for verification. I wanted to vent my energy on something. She died without being able to cry out. I was moved to tears as she shook her head and said, “No. I’ve moved from the upstairs qya I’ve been diar for a long time to the 6-mat Japanese room downstairs on the 1st floor.
But I think my new medicine in the future will be in tablet form rather than injections. That means you have difficulty writing and nobody can read dary you write.
There is no cure. Her mother’s face darkened mito as she told me that Aya’s scores at school seemed to be getting worse little by little. But I didn’t want to give her a vague reply that would encourage her to cherish an illusion that would soon be dashed.
WhenI think about that, I can’t help crying. Chapter 4 – “I can’t even sing any more. The caregiver also sometimes does her make-up for her, which provides a lot of satisfaction to her feminine sensibility. For more than two hours, he happily explained to me all about his camera. The bug room on the east side of the second floor is like a kitto for me and my younger sister, Ako.
My brother came to my room with his chemistry homework and his new camera.
I’ve been waiting for you. But I don’t really feel that I’m a student of Okayo yet.