Cause when love is gone, there's always justice / And when justice is gone, there's always force / And when force is gone, there's always Mom

10 years ago today.

I was 17 years old and had skipped the first day of college because I had stayed out all night before. I got home in the day from my night out and had a shower. After, I sat on the floor of my room still in my towel with my head on the bed, hair still wet, exhausted. As I was about to fall asleep still in my towel I was told to come watch the news where we got to see live the second plane hit the south tower. Dad came home from work early that day.I thought about my pen friend from Long Island who I had met in London a few weeks before, and the photo she sent me in a letter of herself with a friend on top of the world trade centre.

9/11 created a horrid fear inside me, and since that day I have never forgotten.