~For ages 8-12~
Hannah Loste used to love to stare out her apartment’s windows. They faced towards the two tall towers—where her dad once worked. She would wave good-bye to him as she got ready for school and he left to work. And she would wave hello to him when she got home from school. When she was younger, Hannah could see the towers from her classroom windows.
Now, she hated the windows. Hannah couldn’t look towards the now empty sky-line without remembering that day.
That bright Tuesday morning, not a cloud in the sky, her dad left for work like normal. Nothing was wrong, until two planes flew into the towers.
Shards of glass.
Fire fighters and police ran into the building as Mom chased her away from the windows.
Mom pulled the curtains closed and changed the channel.
Soon Hannah and her mom couldn’t tell what was coming from the television and what was coming from outside.
Sirens were screaming.
Away from where the towers were.
“Mom, where’s daddy?”
“He’ll be home soon…”
Hannah bit her lip. Mom was scared, but so was she. Mom had chained the door shut, quickly.
They stayed there, peeking past the curtains and watching T.V.
Minutes turned into hours. Ash-covered men stumbled by, begging to use their phone, that didn’t work. Daddy still didn’t come home.
Hours turned into days.
Daddy still didn’t come home. Hannah and her mom made flyers and hung them around the city.
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His face joined thousands of others.
Hannah returned to school. To the windows that looked out at the empty skyline. During recess, Hannah would stand at the edge of the basketball court, looking for her daddy
A year passes.
The world stands in silence as her daddy’s name is read.
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