9/11
9/11
He wakes up. The sun has warmed up his sheets and he wants to stay in bed, but he knows he can't.
He has to go to his job at the twin towers, and he wants to say goodbye before he leaves.
He opens his two year old daughters door, and lightly kisses her head, before driving to work.
If he only knew.
If only he had stayed in bed
If only he had known that was the last time he would see his wife smile
Or to hear his baby girl laugh.
He arrives at the towers. Goes on with his day.
An then... Just a crack. A loud crack he doesn't hear the end of.
And it's over.
Not only his life, but his family is wrecked.
Every tear is a shield to the pain of loss
Every scream was not forgotten
Every broken heart was slowly picked up and scotch taped back together.
Not perfect, but ok.
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Wauw
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