Here's the Mother's Lullaby story for all of those who don't know it.

In the north city of Hiroshima, an old, tall tree stands by the roadside. It has seen many things around it.

One summer night the tree heard a lullaby. A mother was singing to her little girl under the tree. "They look really happy," it thought. "And the song sounds so sweet."

Then the tree remembered something very sad. "Yes, that was some fifty years ago. I heard a lullaby that night, too."

The morning before that night, a big bomb fell on the city of Hiroshima. A great many people lost their lives, and many others tried to get away. They had burns all over their bodies. I was very sad when I saw those people.

It was a very hot day. Some of the people stopped beside me. They could not even stand, and fell down. I said to the them, "Come and rest in my shade. You'll be all right soon."

Night came. Some people were already dead.

Then I heard a faint voice. It was a lullaby. A young girl was singing to a little boy.

"Mommy! Mommy!" the boy cried.

"Don't cry," the girl said. "Mommy is here." Then she began to sing again.

She was also weak, but she tried to be a mother to the poor boy. She held him like his real mother.

"Mommy," the boy was still crying. "Be a good boy," said the girl. "Listen to me, and you'll be all right." She held the boy in her arms and more tightly and began to sing again.

After a while the boy stopped crying and died. But the little mother did not stop singing. It was a sad lullaby. Then the girl's voice became weaker and weaker.

Morning came and the sun rose, but she did not move either.

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