This is inspired by the September Eleventh attacks on the U.S. Today is the tenth anniversery of what happened. I had the idea for this story at a church service for those who died and saved lives today. This is a completly different style for me but hopeully this story will mean as much to you as it does to me. Please tell me if I have any grammar mistakes as I don't normally write in the present tense. I love you fans! -Yushi
COPYRIGHT 2011
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A photo stares at me from the shelf in the hall. A family photo in which we were all forced to smile. My mother with her curly red hair stands out the most. She was so beutiful. My father stands next to her and you can almost tell he was itching to get back to work. Mom always had to force him to get our family pictures done. Every year he complained and grumbled but every year he still showed up. His black hair is parted to the right and combed. He spent at least an hour combing it into perfect position before work. And then you see me in the middle of them. I'm smiling with my eyes closed and my blond hair frizzing in very direction. Everyone of us looked completly different. I used to joke I was adopted. I wince and walk to the fridge. My calendar has a red circle over today's date. I squint to read the tiny number in the corner. It's an eleven. Today is September eleventh. Ten years.
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Remembrance
SpiritualTen years to the day. Exactly ten years since September 11th, 2001. A day I will never forget, not that I have a choice. A day I don't even know if I would want to forget because I've learned so much from it. And so I remember that day. Because thos...
