Have you ever been a victim of burns, total destruction or even death? Well, I was..
9/11.
I was working in one of the two towers, along with my husband, Caiden, when the building started to shake. I started hearing screams and sirens. I felt a load of heat hit me and I rushed to the beautiful double-glazed window to see what scene was being made. BOOM, SPLAT, CRINK, CRASH!
An aeroplane had crashed into the twin tower. I was panicking.. I didn't know what to do; my life flashed before me.
"Who will take care of my children if I die right now?"
The building was already breaking into pieces, so I had no choice but to jump.
I grabbed my husband by the neck and I leaned in for what could be our last kiss. CHING! The splattering of glass. BOOM! The explosion of work materials. AAAH! The screams of your ancestors.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
I held Caiden's hand and we jumped together, flew together.. but we didn't land together.
