Sharing Life Stories

            It was Sunday. We had just left the doctor, where he said I couldn’t go to school until Wednesday, since I was sick.

         It was a normal Tuesday, 9/11, I mean, of course it was normal… until it all happened. It was like the world stopped to watch that horrible scene, that is remembered until this day, and will forever remain in our memories.

         We lived about one block away from the twin towers. Since I was sick, my mom, pregnant of my sister, had left with me to buy some medicine. There were people running everywhere, crying, loud noises, police, firefighters, screams, running. My mom said that I was extremely calm when it happened, not like many other children. Well, I didn’t understand  a single thing anyway. My dad? He was in Brazil, where he worked, and was going to come back to NYC that day.

         When my dad finally got on an airplane, he was followed by a Globo reporter, who made a TV report with him. My dad had to talk to a soldier to get to my apartment since it was so close to the Towers. We had to evacuate the building, and since the reporter followed my dad, I appeard on TV. Now, some people say I just want to brag about the fact I was on TV, but would YOU want to appear on TV because of a disaster? No, I don’t think so.

         Now, you must be thinking: What’s THAT related to the doctor? Well, the doctor said I couldn’t go to school until Wednesday, and 9/11 was on a Tuesday. My school was INSIDE the Twin Towers.

Stephanie T. 7ºC Nº33