Ten years ago
I was sitin’ on the front porch of my house in North Carolina. I heard the house phone ring. I gathered up the picture I had been painting and ran inside.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Caroline?..... Caroline are you there?” I heard a frantic voice call into the phone.
“Yes. What is wrong ,Timothy?” I said.
“Sweet heart I am not coming home tonight.” I heard him say and then a scream.
“What do you mean I thought that you were coming back on the plane?”
“Honey I am on the plane but I not coming home.” He said.
“So you’re not coming on the next plane home?” I asked really confused.
“No Caroline. I am not getting off this plane.” Timothy replied.
“would you stop beating around and just tell me what is going on?”
“Baby the plane has been high jacked. I am not getting off this plane.”
I dropped the phone. Then picked it back up. “You… aren’t… coming… home?” I sobbed.
“Can you get the kids.” He said coolly
“Jen! Sam! Chris! Cam! I need… you guys… “ I sobbed. The twins came running in mud going everywhere. Then Jen and Cam came in. “What’s the madder mom?” Jen asked.
“Ok honey they are here.” I said into the phone.
“Guys your daddy aint coming home. I love you so much take care of your mom for me. Caroline I love you.”
That was the last conversation I ever had with Timothy. It replays in my mind over and over again. Every time I pass his pictures I play that conversation through my head. Sam and Chris both have key chains with planes on them and ‘Timothy and 9-11-01 forever in our hearts’. Jen and Cam have the same but a bracelets of the twin towers. They take them everywhere they go. People always ask them where the father is. I always say he died crashing that plane in the field on 9-11-01. Anymore question?
NO MATTER WHAT 9-11-01 WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN AND NEITHER WILL THE PEOPLE THAT DIED.
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Teen FictionA collection of just random things I think about. Some are short stories. Some are me asking for help. Some just random thoughts. So enter if you dare.... :)
