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That was a very strange day.
I woke up early for me. University wasn't yet back in session, and I had worked late the night before to close out where I worked. I was working in a deli at a grocery store at the time, and had sliced open my hand while cleaning one of the meat slicers the night before. My mom had made me get up so I could show my dad before he left for work, so he could decide whether it was bad enough to warrant going to the doctor and getting a tetanus shot. So I trundled downstairs, showed Dad, and then curled up with Mom to watch the local news, so despite being three hours behind, I was awake when they broke into the local news.
Mom and I watched it all unfold on television while Dad left for work.
I didn't have work that day, and so I stayed home and watched television while my mom left for work. My boyfriend at the time came over for lunch because there was this overwhelming sense that no one wanted to be alone. That evening I went and hung out with some girlfriends from high school I hadn't seen in a long time, because we all wanted to be with other people, to be comforted.
It saddens me now to look at the past seven years and see how the events of that day have been abused by those in power to get what they want.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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