I went home, alone to my apartment that afternoon and had never felt so unsafe in my life.
That night I barely slept thinking about the families, watching newscasts, listening for planes overhead. In the following days, I had to answer questions from 7 year olds about terrorism and safety and things as a 25 year old I had no clue about. We drew pictures for the firefighters. Pictures of people jumping out of buildings, people on fire, people with parachutes landing on the ground of which most had to be thrown away. It was traumatic for all of us.
I remember at night wishing I was somewhere other than one mile away from one of the largest malls in the country. Miles away from Philadelphia. I wanted to be somewhere the terrorists didn't care about, somewhere safe. Did it exist, would it ever?
Now 10 years later, I feel safe again but know that at any time that can be taken away. I spent much of last night up after watching a show about the children of 9/11. Feeling helpless, I prayed for the families hoping that in time there is some peace in their hearts.
We will never forget.