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luffyooh
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This is my story, and its completley true, and I was maybe thinkin about writing a book when I'm older. But here's my story:
Even though I was only seven, I can remember this day like it was yesterday. My parents split up when I was only four, and this week I was at my mother's house on my birthday. My birthday just happens to be September 11th. Great birthday, huh? I can remember on my seventh birthday, the conversation I had had with my mother.
"Momma, please don't go to work today. You never stay home on my birthdays to celebrate. Can't you stay just this once?"
"Sorry, baby. Today's a very important day at work. I can't stay home, but tomorrow I promise that we'll throw a big party for you."
I sighed, but figured that that was good enough. Then, my mother kissed me goodbye to go off to work.
After about an hour, I had went outside to go catch my school bus.
When I came home, it was no surprise that my mother wasn't home yet. Sometimes she worked later than usual. So, I plopped on the couch and turned on the tv. My mother must've been watching the news last night, because that was what was showing when I turned it on. Before I turned the channel, I had heard something about a major terrorist attack on the twin towers today. Being seven, I had no idea what the word terrorist meant, but I knew the word attack, and I knew that my mother had once told me that was where she worked. My mind went blank as I stared at this blaring TV. I stayed that way all night. It had not processed to me what had happened to my mother. I wasn't in denial, just at a numb state. I fell asleep to the TV, and sat there for a few days, I think. I wasn't keeping track of time. The only thing that awankened me was when my father burst through the door of our apartment. He held my hand and we weeped together. When I cried myself out, and so had he, and we were sitting in silence, I remembered about my birthday, and whispered. "Happy Birthday to me."
sorry its so longg.
also, i had meant to put in there, when it says, I knew the word attack, and that whole sentence, yeah, well, right after that, I meant to put the following: I had stared blankly at the screen all night, watching replays of the building blowing up, and people jumping out of windows, trying, and failing to save their lives.
Even though I was only seven, I can remember this day like it was yesterday. My parents split up when I was only four, and this week I was at my mother's house on my birthday. My birthday just happens to be September 11th. Great birthday, huh? I can remember on my seventh birthday, the conversation I had had with my mother.
"Momma, please don't go to work today. You never stay home on my birthdays to celebrate. Can't you stay just this once?"
"Sorry, baby. Today's a very important day at work. I can't stay home, but tomorrow I promise that we'll throw a big party for you."
I sighed, but figured that that was good enough. Then, my mother kissed me goodbye to go off to work.
After about an hour, I had went outside to go catch my school bus.
When I came home, it was no surprise that my mother wasn't home yet. Sometimes she worked later than usual. So, I plopped on the couch and turned on the tv. My mother must've been watching the news last night, because that was what was showing when I turned it on. Before I turned the channel, I had heard something about a major terrorist attack on the twin towers today. Being seven, I had no idea what the word terrorist meant, but I knew the word attack, and I knew that my mother had once told me that was where she worked. My mind went blank as I stared at this blaring TV. I stayed that way all night. It had not processed to me what had happened to my mother. I wasn't in denial, just at a numb state. I fell asleep to the TV, and sat there for a few days, I think. I wasn't keeping track of time. The only thing that awankened me was when my father burst through the door of our apartment. He held my hand and we weeped together. When I cried myself out, and so had he, and we were sitting in silence, I remembered about my birthday, and whispered. "Happy Birthday to me."
sorry its so longg.
also, i had meant to put in there, when it says, I knew the word attack, and that whole sentence, yeah, well, right after that, I meant to put the following: I had stared blankly at the screen all night, watching replays of the building blowing up, and people jumping out of windows, trying, and failing to save their lives.