It was that morning. The morning my father left for work. The day my mom drove him to work. The day I stayed home, enjoying my Fruit-loops. The day that my goodbye to my father were the last words he heard me say. The day my mom's kiss goodbye was the last time I was able to smell her perfume. The day that I wouldn't be cheered up by my dad coming through the door after work. The day two airplanes crashed into my father's office. The day that the firemen, and police had to inform me of me never seeing my father, or my mother again. The day that was the infamous, September 11, 2001.