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The funny thing is, I can remember exactly what I was doing when the twin towers came down, and I wasn't that old. My mother was the the hospital, and each of the siblings was placed with a different relative. I don't know why we were all apart.
Since I was home schooled back then, any work was homework. I can't remember if I asked my aunt for homework or if she decided I needed some form of it. She ended up switching on the news and telling me that "this is your homework." We both watched. It was coverage of the twin towers, still standing. Soon, an airplane smashed into one of them.
To this day, I still don't understand why someone was tape recording them in the first place.
My aunt said "oh no." I heard many scrambled voices from the television. A second plane hit. They began talking about terrorist attacks. The buildings collapsed. This was no longer homework; it was the greatest event of the decade taking place.
I can't remember when I stopped watching.
In the hospital, my father saw the event on the television. He didn't have time for it, and turned it off. For my parents, there was a more important matter. A nurse scorned my mother for giving birth that day. Several hours later, my sister was born.
I was informed at around midnight. Eight years ago, and I can still feel just how big a day that was. It still sticks with me. Always will.
This birthday's to you, sister.
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