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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They read the relevant textbooks and receive guidance from the doctor in charge of the patients. Whether that’s good dlary bad.
I took advantage of being at home to cry. That caregiver had never showed that kind of attitude to me when I met her at the hospital.
But I realized that what I said had less effect than the way Aya looked as she pushed herself as hard as she could in her wheelchair. Yamamoto, Little Aya is working so hard. Involuntarily, I made a face.
Pictures of Kito Aya when she was alive and struggling for her life.
I wasn’t hurt but I was scared. I can’t easily open them again.
Aya Kito Quotes (Author of 1 Litre of Tears)
Am I in high spirits today? Was it because my athletic ability is poor? If it gets much worse, you cannot stand by yourself with your legs together. I want to go somewhere spacious. I felt embarrassed to ask a man, so I didn’t.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that after all Aya was able to enter a hospital that had that kind of policy and she could concentrate on receiving medical treatment. Right, in the future, whenever I’m stuck, I’ll look kitk the sky. Then you must do your best to stay alive. It struck me that I could work if only I had at least one part of my body that functioned properly.
“The Complete Diary of Aya – 1 Liter of Tears.”
I can feel my heart beating. I remembered the words Aya had ays before her condition deteriorated: Looking at all those creatures I got tired and depressed.
I can’t remember how many times we had to change caregivers that year. I held firmly on to the parallel bars, Toodle, toddle. They took me to a coffee shop called Baroque which has a harpsichord. Down I went with a thud.
My speech disorder’s getting worse, so I asked Mom to buy a magic blackboard.
The way I walk is unstable. Her high school apparently regarded that as a big problem. When we were making breakfast at school camp, she noticed I was coughing I’d choked on some tea. He said he’s deeply into guitar-playing now.
Keiko came to visit me. So I answered, “It will be a long time from now, Little Aya, but yes, you’ll be like that eventually.
The family chose it at the shop selling special equipment for the disabled in Nagoya. I’m determined to get better grades and be much more healthier so that Riary won’t disappoint them.
I learned later that Aya’s mother was a nurse working for a health center in Toyohashi.