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They did not tell me where the grave was for several weeks. I received a phone call from a strange young man who babbled at me ? saying he was sorry that the leader couldn't tell me in person, and that he was sorry, and Aiko was very brave he was sure although he never met her, but that things were kinda hairy and? something about a giant robot in Tokyo. Of course, I did not take it in. Perhaps he wasn't babbling. My own grief was singing in my ears.
Aiko is dead. Aiko is dead. Aiko is dead.
And then I heard nothing. I went to work. I came back home. Her father and I sat in silence or in tears each evening. He stayed even later than usual at the office, and we hardly spoke about it. The police would not progress our enquiry. Our daughter had run away to join a dangerous cult. It was no surprise that she turned up dead. The government were investigating, but we could not be kept informed ? it was classified.
The worst moment was when I turned on the television and she was there, on the news. Grainy footage of my daughter hanging from a building. But the next day, no mention of it, and I could not get the authorities to tell me anything at all. It was as if it had never happened. As if she had never existed.
Aiko is dead. Aiko is dead. This is all I know. And now, I know where they buried her. We're visiting today. The leader is coming to meet us. I want to spit in her face.
My daughter is dead and she can only see us for an hour. The world is a terrible place.
Aiko is dead. Aiko is dead. Aiko is dead.
And then I heard nothing. I went to work. I came back home. Her father and I sat in silence or in tears each evening. He stayed even later than usual at the office, and we hardly spoke about it. The police would not progress our enquiry. Our daughter had run away to join a dangerous cult. It was no surprise that she turned up dead. The government were investigating, but we could not be kept informed ? it was classified.
The worst moment was when I turned on the television and she was there, on the news. Grainy footage of my daughter hanging from a building. But the next day, no mention of it, and I could not get the authorities to tell me anything at all. It was as if it had never happened. As if she had never existed.
Aiko is dead. Aiko is dead. This is all I know. And now, I know where they buried her. We're visiting today. The leader is coming to meet us. I want to spit in her face.
My daughter is dead and she can only see us for an hour. The world is a terrible place.
