It really was just like any other day for a 2nd grader in a catholic school everything went as usual completely ignorant of what was going on in New York no early pickups or anything until school was about to be let out when the teacher asked to pray for those involved in the events in New York.

I was confused and continued to pray for something I knew nothing of. It wasn’t until I was picked up by my mom and taken to her workplace (a beauty salon she owned at the time) that I saw what had happened and I was freaked out.

When my dad took me and my brother home he had a brief discussion about what had happened earlier in the day. And that’s all I can remember.

God bless their souls.