I was 5 and my brother was 7, ten years ago from this day. I was in kindergarden and he was in 2nd grade. As everyone knows, I have always and still live in New York City. We were both in school, my dad was working in New Jersey, and my mom was about to get ready to go to work in Manhattan. She and my grandmother were in the kitchen watching TV. They both saw the towers falling. She called our schools to see if everything was fine. My dad still told her to pick us up right away. She picked me up first, then my brother. She and my grandma stayed home with both of us the whole day. We were not to leave the house. That night, my father couldn't come home, so he had to stay in New Jersey for the night at his friend's house. My mom slept with me in my bed and my grandma slept with my brother. Even though I didn't lose anyone, I pay my respects to all those lost ones that were effected on September 11th, 2001. May those people rest in peace and God Bless America.
