September 11th, 2011 I had just come home from school. As I walked past the corridor and into the living room I look to my right to see my mom sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television, quietly crying. The news was on, which was very usual for my household in the afternoon. Realizing that I was home my mom turned around and got up to hug me. My mom was upset because she wanted to pick my sister and I up from school but the school wouldn’t allow parents to pick up their children. I didn’t know much about what was going on, I just kept seeing pictures and videos of skyscrapers with black smoke pouring out of them. I didn’t fully realize the implications of what had happened until later in my life. The image of my mom quietly
