KAPPA IV Memoir - Mr. Almanzar

By: Accacia

It was September 11, 2001, the worst day in my family’s life and my life. It was morning time and my uncle said “when you come back from school there would be dinner on the table”.

            I went to school with a happy but strange feeling deep inside my heart. All through the day I had that same feeling but I told myself to ignore it. When we came to the house, through the door all my cousins, my mom and me heard was ‘THE TWIN TOWERS HAS BEEN TERRORIZED BY IRAQ’.

            In that split second I could taste the salt from my tears. I could hear my mom and my cousins screaming because of how shocked they were. I could feel my body shaking  and I could see the towers falling to the ground with my uncle inside.

            Listening to the news all I could asked myself “was the news lying? was my uncle inside? why couldn’t he stay home?” and the biggest question “why didn’t I say anything about my feelings I had.’

            For at least three weeks my grandmother grieved in her room, her only son. We remember him every year around the same time about the silly things he did and the brave things he did.  I will never forget him.