My father had been through WWⅡ when he was child, his father died when he was 7. He knew his mother need him at the time. My grandma died when he was teenage. My father may missed grandma so much, tearing and told us stories from his mothers' love. One night in a dream he saw his mother came to him, tucked him a blanket and she said : sorry kid, nothing for him, and smoothly touched his face then left from the window.

Grave of the Fireflies this film tells the story of two siblings' love in second World War. It is so touching.

A recent news, An 11-year-old Ukrainian boy named Hassan was treated to a hero's welcome in Slovakia this week when he crossed the border after traveling 1,000 kilometers fleeing alone.

The boy who was forced to growing up after the war. That was touching and felt kinds of sad.