Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?
Where was I? Where were my family members?
I was five years old at the time and in pre-school. My brother was in first grade.
I was learning learning my ABC's and he was learning how to apply them to life.
My father was teaching a class full of innocent children who were slightly older than my brother and I at the time.
He never expected to get the news in the middle of a class and when he did he knew exactly what was going to happen, so he taught on because that was the only thing he could do.
My mother was at home with my younger siblings when she saw the news coverages.
She knew what was going to happen even if she did not want to admit it out loud.
She got up, gathered my father's uniforms and took them to the dry cleaners for him knowing what was going to happen now that the towers had fallen.
The world had stopped turning and they knew that my father would be sent off soon. He was a teacher but he was also a soldier in the Army, defending our country.
As my brother and I learned and my father taught we knew that he would have to go soon even without a call.
It's been sixteen years since that day and I still remember what happened and what my family went through the next few years while my father on active duty for the Army.
Here's my confession, I still remember what I felt when I knew my father was going to be sent away to help protect our country.
More so now as my father and boyfriend are both in the military.
The memory remains and makes me appreciate them even more with every passing year.
I am scared for them that something like that will happen again, yet I know they will do what is right.
Because that is who the are. They protect their family by protecting their country and I couldn't be more grateful to have them in my life.