Hiroshima: August 6, 1945

6:13 a.m. Everyone is acting normally. A soon-to-be mother feels her steady heartbeat as she squints at the sun. She gently strokes her stomach. It’s going to be a perfect day.

6:47 a.m. The woman walks along the sidewalk, politely nodding. Feeling a kick in her stomach, she laughs. It’s going to be a perfect day.

7:02 a.m. She walks and prays for tomorrow. What could go wrong? It’s going to be a perfect day.

7:08 a.m. The woman walks back into her home and falls asleep. It’s going to be a perfect day.

What time is it? She wakes to leaflets falling. Opening a window and grabbing one, she looks at a foreign language.

8:15 a.m. A whistling sound cuts through the air and fire erupts before her eyes. There is no definition for a day like this.