I remember that day like it was yesterday. Every last detail. I was 9 years old at the time and getting ready for any ordinary day at school. I had just finished breakfast and started to get ready. I heard my dad call my mom from the living room and I stood in the hallway watching my dad hold my mom while she was crying. I didn’t understand much of what was going on at the time, but that day would later haunt me to this day. I still remember seeing the second plane hit the tower. Back in July of that year, my family and I had traveled to New York to visit relatives. We got into Newark around 11 at night, and I still remember driving through New York city and seeing the towers lit up for the first; and last, time. Since that day, I’ve had that image in my brain forever. Now, 10 years later, I don’t stop thinking about that terrible day. All of those who lost their loved ones, you’re always in my heart.