Friday, September 11, 2009


Eight years ago today, after ... , my mom and I and my then-4-year-old niece sat outside, having lunch, and she looked at me and said, "That man thought the building was the sky and he flew into it."

I was so grateful, then, that she didn't understand that it had happened on purpose. But remembering her little voice, saying those words, makes me cry.


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