A little girl came up to a couch, her father sitting there, watching the television. She climbed up onto the couch with him and sat next to him. She looked at his face, his usual smile not there, instead, a frown. She looked at the television, seeing what he was watching. On the screen was a video of two giant buildings, flames coming from the sides and smoke floating away into the clouds.
"Daddy, that building's on fire."
She said, looking back at her father. Tears started to form in his eyes.
"Yes, it is."
He said to her.
"Don't worry daddy, the firemen will put out the fire."
More tears fell from the father's eyes as his daughter said that.
"Sweetie, this was one time that the firemen didn't come."
His daughter frowned as she wrapped her tiny arms around him enveloping him in a hug.
.~.~.~.~.
Above, is a true story from when I was just a little girl.
It happened just a month after the twin towers fell.
I don't remember it, but my dad told me this story today.
I was in tears hearing it, and again writing it.
The drawing is something I did earlier in my driveway, a drawing of the twin towers on fire.
"Daddy, that building's on fire."
She said, looking back at her father. Tears started to form in his eyes.
"Yes, it is."
He said to her.
"Don't worry daddy, the firemen will put out the fire."
More tears fell from the father's eyes as his daughter said that.
"Sweetie, this was one time that the firemen didn't come."
His daughter frowned as she wrapped her tiny arms around him enveloping him in a hug.
.~.~.~.~.
Above, is a true story from when I was just a little girl.
It happened just a month after the twin towers fell.
I don't remember it, but my dad told me this story today.
I was in tears hearing it, and again writing it.
The drawing is something I did earlier in my driveway, a drawing of the twin towers on fire.
