My life can be pieced together by journal entries and by words of those who I have met throughout my long journey. Even though it really wasn't that long-I passed away at 24 years and 4 months. No matter, it was still quite interesting to live through, even with all of the hardships that were thrown at me since my birth. However, those diaries and words do not contain all of the important details that make my life so interesting… So, here is my story; from beginning to end.

I was born on a cool March day in a whole other world, where the wind danced with cherry blossoms, and the clouds above roamed with each other. I was the youngest, following after my twin sister who was born a good couple of hours before one would think about actually rising to start the day. Ahead of her by four years was our older brother, Katsuro (勝郎). Michiko (美智子), my sister, and Katsuro were both given beautiful names. Katsuro was names for victory, while my sister was named for not only wisdom, but for beauty. My real name is completely bland and boring, and I don't enjoy sharing it, as I am almost completely certain that my parents just came up with some unplanned name, as I was just as unplanned. Hisami (久美) mean beauty, but there was almost no hope in that name. I would never want to be known for beauty alone (but of course beauty is a plus), but for my words and actions.

These two people, along with my parents, though seemingly small in the story, were parts of my world, they meant everything to me. So, please, remember them as I tell you my story about how I went from a simple child to whom I died as.

And, now, let the story begin.