A Memory

I am sitting on my parent's bed. My mom is nursing my little sister, who is not quite one. My mom is watching TV. 
I have no idea what is happening.


That is the only memory I have of September 11, 2001.
I was only four, and my parents shielded me from the whole thing. Honestly, I didn't ever hear my Mom's side of that memory until a few months ago.

She picks up the phone and calls her dad.
"Turn on the TV."
"What channel?"
"Just turn it on."


My aunt told me that at first, they thought it was just an accident. And then the second plane hit.

Thank you.
If you were there, thank you.
Thank you for rushing in, for risking your life on the slight chance that you could save someone else's.

Lady Elisabeth