I was living in Madrid at the time 9/11 had happened. It was afternoon time there given that they’re seven hours ahead. I remember I was coming back from a late lunch with a coworker when I out. In my office I was the only American working there at the time and most of my coworkers knew that. As I was walking in everybody was crowded around our office t.v.. I asked them what was going on and they all turned with very sad faces. That’s when I saw that two airplanes had hit the world trade centers both my parents worked in. My father on the 87th and my mother on 34 both in the second tower. Immediately I began to panic and tried to reach them. After several minutes I heard gasps and turned to see the first tower collapse. I couldn’t believe it. My coworkers tried to calm me down but I was so worried and unable to reach my parents or anybody else I knew that would know where they were. Moments later the second tower collapsed and watched my father die on live television. My coworkers held me as I cried for my parents, my friends, and my country. I was thousands miles away unable to get to America. I felt helpless that I couldn’t get to my mother and comfort us both. On that day I lost people I loved. On that day I was comfort by people who didn’t share the same nationality, but knew this would act of evil would effect us all. On that day Americans united together and we as a country became stronger. On that day our lives changed forever.