To all of those who were affected by the 9/11 attacks, whether directly, indirectly, or simply horribly shaken.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, Don Povenmire, and the crimes against our country.

Note: I hope you enjoy.

I Love You, Papa

A small tear rolled down Isabella's cheek as she looked up at the 9-11 memorial before her, the beam that had come from one of the towers lay with the American flag draped across it was almost too much for her to bear.

Needing to leave before she let herself go, she turned and ran. Running so fast her lungs hurt, she only stopped when she came to the circle of stones the community had created to commemorate the memories of those who were lost in the chaos of 9-11.

Collapsing onto her knees in front of one stone in particular—one stone she'd helped put into the ground with her own two hands—she wept, her hands covering her face and her body shaking violently with every sob.

Not long after, Isabella felt the reassuring grip of a strong hand on her shoulder. When she turned, she gave a weary smile to her two companions.

"Isabella? I know there's nothing I can do to help, but would you like a hug?" Phineas asked her, concerned.

She could only nod, grateful for his warmth, and closed her eyes when she felt two pairs of arms draw her in to comfort her.

When she opened them, she saw Phineas looking hopeful he could be of help, and Ferb—although seemingly expressionless as usual—held her gaze long enough for her to see the look of concern in his own eyes.

Each of the boys let oen of their arms drop, not breaking the connection, only the circle.

"I love you, Papa." Isabella whispered, staring at the stone that bared his name and the date he'd died, September 11, 2001, as one of New York's firefighters who'd died helping others escape from the buildings.

"I love you." Isabella repeated, as another tear trickled down her face.