Snuggled safe in bed in my college dorm room- I woke to my cell phone ringing at a ridiculously early hour. It was my friend calling to tell me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center…”BIG DEAL” i sleeply grumbled to her.. “your father works there.” was the calm and almost timid reply. I don’t remember much of what happened next- except that i got home to my famiy and we sat and watch the t.v like everyone else. We desperatly searched the crowds of people looking for my dads face but with no luck. We never saw him again. He worked in the 2nd tower to be hit the first to fall, on the 90th floor, and probably never had a chance of survival. I think of him everyday, miss him more with every passing monment, and will never forget the horrific scences took place that day almost two years ago.