Peace
I was young when the Twin Towers fell. I still remember it vividly. It was the first time I saw my mom really crying. My brother and I came home from school. We walked into the house, went to the living room, and there she was, tears streaming down her face. I wasn’t sure why, until I looked over to the TV. There I saw the replay of the plane hitting the second tower in a puff of smoke and fire. And, even then, I knew the world had changed.
