I was 5 months pregnant the morning of September 11, 2001. My fiance had to be in court that morning, so he was home from work. At about 9:00 that morning I woke up to him yelling for me to wake up. I ran into the TV room to see what he was yelling about and I saw the second tower being hit. My heart dropped into my stomach and all I could do was sit down and cry. To think of all those children who would be left without parents was the most sickening feeling I have ever felt. It scared me to think that I could’ve been there, and it could have been my child who was left without a mother or father or both. A couple minutes later I watched the first tower fall, then the second. Each time I grew even more disgusted. I felt so many emotions, all of them rushing at once. Who would do such a terrible thing? How could our government let this happen to us? What would all the little children do without parents? All my life I have heard that the world would end when brothers started turning on each other. Was this the day the world was going to end? I just can’t imagine the devastation of the people who witnessed this awful tragedy. I send them all of my love and sympathy, and I can only hope that they will be able to get on with their lives.