September 11th is always a really hard time for me. It was second grade; I remember it just like it was yesterday. My teacher had it playing on the television and the only thing going through my head was that my mom is in that building right now, she is in the Pentagon. I didn’t know if I should cry, freak out, or run. I was absolutely paranoid. My mom was in that building and I didn’t know if I would ever get to see her again. We got out of school early that day and my brother was in kindergarten at the time and we would always meet at the flag poll out side of the school and get on the bus together, I remember him walking towards me with the sweetest, most worried and confused face I had ever seen in my life. I grabbed him and told him everything was going to be okay but that I had no idea what was going on. We turned around and started heading for the bus and to both our surprise our mom was walking towards us and gave us a big hug. My brother, Darren, and I stormed my mom with questions and she told us she would tell us what happened when we got home.
My mom told us how her part of the building was hit, right where she worked, but at the time she was out of her office getting her allergy shot close by. A lady from her office called her and told her about the twin towers and told her go home quick and not come back. That lady saved my moms life and today she is gone. She didn’t have enough time to get out. My mom lost a lot of friends that day, and it is always a hard but extremely thankful day for my family. I love my mom so much and I cant imagine living without her.
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