DESTROYED

Scene Three

About three hours after my dad arrived to pick me up, and I was called down to the office. I new something was up just by the expression on his face. I have never seen him a look like that. It wasn't a frown, it was way more intense. My dad is always smiling, so that had gotten me really worried.

As soon as he finished signing me out we walked to the car. My dad had a 2001 Porsche Boxster. My mom had given it to him as a birthday present. He had always wanted a Porsche and my mom had finally decided it was time that he got one. It was only two months old and it was covered in dust and I already knew what was coming from this.

I opened the passenger side door and sat down in the car. My dad and I locked eyes and I didn't want to hear what he was about to say. I knew what was going to come out of his mouth was going to change my life forever, and not for the better.

My dad had started to say something and then stopped. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to tell me the news.

"It's okay dad just tell me what happened. I want to know. I deserve to know." I said.

He said "Son your mom didn't make it out of the towers alive. I was talking to your uncle while he was down at the pit. He told me they already found your mother's body. She was in the North Tower and there was no way she was going to make it out alive. I'm so sorry."

"Dad please tell me you're joking. I need her." I responded with my eyes swelling up in tears, I just couldn't hold back. I had tears rolling down my face.

"I wish I was joking." he said.

The rest of the car ride was silent. As I was staring out the window staring at the cloud of smoke that was engulfing the city. I spent the rest of the car ride picturing what ground zero looked like, and what my mom looked like. My mom must've been so brave.