i was getting ready for school
when my grandma told us to turn on the television.
i sat on the arm of the couch.
the curtains were open and the sun was shining
on the carpet
when i saw the second plane hit.
i thought it was fake.
i tried to rewind the moment in my head
hoping it was my imagination.
it wasn't.
i don't know why,
but we were sent to school that day.
classes were quiet.
students were somber.
it's all we talked about.
nothing else mattered.
it's strange to think my children will read and learn about this
in school and i will be able to tell them i saw it happen.
may we never forget the lives that were lost.
may we always remember the brave souls
who never gave up and kept going back to rescue
as many people as possible.
and may we remember the unity we felt
and the strength we found in each other.
god bless america.
