DESTROYED

Scene Four

The first night after 9/11 was so hard. I didn't have my mom and I just felt like there was a piece of me missing. My mom always made dinner, neither me or dad knew how to cook. She was lucky she didn't have to make our cereal, because that was just about the only thing we could make.

I didn't feel like eating. I could only remember breakfast from the morning. I walked out that door not knowing I was never going to see my mom. I replayed that moment in my head to this day, because I didn't want to remember her the way she was taken out of the world. She didn't deserve to be taken out of the world the way she was. She was murdered, her being killed was planned by others. It just made me feel sick. I just want more time with her, I never even got to say good bye. Life just becomes so much different when you lose the one person that made you who you are. It's not like I didn't love my dad, because I do. It's just that I have something different with my mom.

Her and I made an unstoppable duo. She was always there when I got home from school, and I guess I spent more time with her making her closer to me than my dad was. She was always thinking about me to. Just about everyday she would pick me up a dessert from a bakery near our house. Or if she got out early she would drive an hour away to my favorite bakery and pick up my favorite dessert, custard cups. It wasn't anything big, but I knew that I was always on her mind, and sometimes it's the little things that count the most. She was the only person that really got me and understood me.

My dad wouldn't ever be able to do the same things my mom did. She was super women. She worked, cooked, cleaned, drove me to soccer practice and helped me with my homework. She was always so involved in my life and I loved that. She would always go to my concerts and class parties in elementary school. She was that mom every kid wishes they have. I was so lucky to have her as my mom. My dad on the other hand wants me to be more independent and he doesn't usually get involved in my life. I miss that part of my mom. There's nothing I can do, or anybody could do to bring her back.

She was such an amazing person that didn't deserve to be taken out of the world the way she was. The people who attacked the twin towers never realized the all the innocent lives, or maybe they did and just didn't care that they took my mom away. We lived in Manhattan at the time, and I can never bring myself to visit the city and my childhood memories.

"Dad I just don't feel like eating. Do I have to eat?" I said.

"You don't have to eat, but I think you should atleast have a bowl of cereal." he replied

"Dad I'll be in my room."

I walked into my room and threw myself into my black bean bag chair. I grabbed a notebook opened it and started writing.

Dear Mom,

I know it's only the first day you being gone, but I never got to say good bye and I decided I would do it this way. I just want you to know that I already miss you. With you being gone I feel like a part of me is missing. You were always my role model I grew up wanting to be exactly like you. I guess while you were alive I never really got to say this stuff to you and I want you to know that you were my everything. I never really got to say I appreciated everything you did for me, thank you for everything you did. I love you mom. I'm not going to remember you by the way your life was taken from you. I know you will always be looking out for me. Thank you for being the best mom ever.

Love,

Miles