15 years ago...

I remember 15 years ago I was laying in bed sick with a bad cold, I remember my dad coming in and giving me fresh clean sheets and blankets that smelt like April fresh. I remember the hush whispers in the living room that I could not make out. I remember falling asleep wandering what my dad was doing home from work. I remember waking up to my dad and his friend Pritchet talking in the living room and I got out of bed to see if his daughter was with him but everyone sent me back to bed. I remember my brother and cousin coming home from school, and hearing the news in my moms room talking about some bomb but I still had no idea what was going on, so I went into my moms room to see what it was and then I saw a building that was falling apart and all the people crying and screaming, still not sure what was happening I asked my mom and she told that a man blew up the building where my father worked.




My father was suppose to be there that day but for some reason he stayed home, and I thank God for that because the man that was sitting in my father seat died that day along with many others...
For the rest of my life I will always remember where I was on April 19,1995...