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at 4:45am like he always did, got ready for work kisses my mom goodbye and headed
to work. My mom was woken up to me crying around 6am and begin her day. She
brought me down stairs. My sister woke up a little while after I did. My mom made us
breakfast, and tidied up the house well we ate. My dad sat in the same traffic he always
did. He got to work for 6am and began to prep for his morning meeting on breaking
news with his colleagues. He said that he remembers the newsroom to be pretty slow
and steady. He was sitting at his desk replying to emails he had gotten the night before
when emails and alerts began to blow up his computer. “AirCraft Crashes into World
Trade Center.” The entire news room went silent as everyone read the email, it lasted
maybe 30 seconds before the panic and chaos set in. “I don’t think what had happened
really sunk in, I was in shock.” Once my dad had a free second he called my mom, she
didn’t have a clue what was going on. My dad told her to turn the TV on. She turned it
on and sat in front of the TV set for the rest of the day feeling sick to her stomach. My
dad said that the newsroom was a zoo, everyone was running around yelling trying to
figure out what was going on, and why. My dad remembers his bosses ordering tons
and tons of pizza for everyone while they worked late into the night trying to get the
answers from the tragic events that were going on in New York. When my dad finally
got home, my sister and I were already fast asleep. My mom had waited up for him,
they laid in bed and talked about the attacks and how they felt for those poor people
and families who also thought it was just an ordinary Tuesday. They talked about their
fears for themselves and for my sister and I, and how the world is never going to be the
same.