Once upon a time when I was just a little girl, I was planing with my parents my birthday party because I wanted one, but my mom was really sad because one of my uncles died 2 years ago and I didn’t ask anything about it after 5 years later; I received the notice of how my uncle dies. It was terrible to know how he died at the horrible attack of 9/11. My mom really miss her brother but she knows he was helping all that people because he was a firefighter who offered as a volunteer. Know we always remember our uncle with love but we didn’t have my uncle’s body, that made all the things different and more painful.