a mother's account from hiroshima bombing

it has stayed with me for years. i heard it in a documentary. the mother lived with her husband and daughter close to hiroshima. when the bomb dropped the blast destroyed their house. husband died, daughter got stuck under wood. there was fire. the mother tried to pry her daughter out but it was no use. she was there while her daughter burned alive. i keep imagining her listening to her daughter scream in agony. i imagine her sit there, eyes glazed and dead, face white as a sheet, hues of red and orange glowing against her skin and the daughter's cries muffled in the background.

edit: this has nothing to do with politics or who's got it the worst etc. just my first experience with this type of pain, e.g. mother losing child in a gruesome way irl. it was different from other pains i had come to learn during my life, so it stuck with me.