hi my name is Rebecca. I am 13 and live in the united states.
September 11th was the worst day of my life. It was the day i lost my
22 year old brother Daniel. Here is the story....
On september 11th me and my brother walked up to the twin towers, he
told me to stay outside of the twin towers for a couple of minutes
while he got some papaers from his office. I waited, and the time was
almost up. Suddenly ( when i wasn't paying attention ) i heard a
crash, boom, smack...you get the point. I looked up to see the
building on fire. I was sooooo scared, i didnt know what was
happening. I dodnt think much about the building on fire after all i
thought my brother would be out soon. Boy was wrong. After a few
minutes i knew what was happening and i knew that my brother might
never come back. I was in tears, i couldnt believe i might not be
able to see my brother again. A police officer saw me curled up in a
ball crying he told me to get away from the building. I cryed even
more. I explained how my brother was in the building and how i
coulndt leave. i had knowhere to go and most of all i had no brother.
Everday i think about him, his smile, his hugs and the way he loved
me. why would anyone want to do something as evil as this ?
R.I.P Daniel i'll always remember you
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notice the angel over the twin towers