13 years ago, on September 11, I was at school when my teacher gathered the class together and told us that terrorists had destroyed the Twin Towers in New York. I was just old enough to understand something terrible had happened, but I only grasped the magnitude of the attack years later. What I did understand at that moment was my dad was on the east coast, and he couldn't get back home. We spent several anxious days waiting and worrying until he returned.
I have a lot to be thankful for, that my dad did come back. I wish it could be the same for many other families who lost their loved ones. This is dedicated to the civilians and firefighters who lost their lives lost on 9/11/01, and to the families who suffered from the attack. May they rest in peace.
