Theme Week Two

     That day I was young, but I was old enough to remember something so big.  I watched the plane, and the building.  The building, and that terrible plane.  I remember wondering why Mom was on the phone so much.  Why wouldn’t she just come and turn off the t.v. and scoop me up?  Why did my childhood sense pick up something bad in the air?  I was too young to understand that the fact that my father was gone on a business trip and now this terrible plane – I was too little to see that there might be a connection.  But within the week I had forgotten and my Daddy came home.  He did scoop me up and hold me.  

     Then we moved away from the house that I saw that news footage in.  And I grew.  I grew to understand what that day meant and what our country meant.  I learned who I am as a part of this country, and who I am as a part of nothing but myself.

     Then they found the man behind the crash.  They found the reason for the phone calls that didn't end with little girls in their father’s arms.  And they ended him.  A Nation breathed a sigh of relief I think.  All that time Justice was bereaved of her due.  She had been satisfied though, and I we all had closure.  I had closure.