September 11th - 2014

September 11, 2014
Amazing how our minds can take us back thirteen years and replay the day with near-perfect clarity, as if we’re re-living the day. I still remember having no idea what everyone was talking about and wondering why the librarians were being so stuffy about not letting the kids outside see what they were watching through the windows. As a sixth grader, I was more interested in playing than stressing over librarians. I didn’t find out until I got home what had happened.

Now, as a 24-year-old mother of two, I understand the significance of that day. I hold my daughters a little tighter and kiss their faces with tears welling up in my eyes, in grief for the lives lost, and in gratitude for the service rendered.

Because I live in America, I can dream about what my girls will do, and wake up to find out.

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