note: I know I had this in the short story section earlier and had a couple of reviews but I accidently posted my latest two parts in the novel section so here is part one just to keep it all together in one place.
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My family and I had just moved to the United States from Ireland, because Mom had gotten a job as a secretary at the World Trade Center. We had just settled into our new home a few days before. It was my first day at my new school and I couldn't get Mom's words out of my head:"Brigid, look, I get the feeling you're going to have a hard time adjusting. And unfortunately, I can't go with you," she kissed my forehead "So here." She handed me a silver Celtic pendant "Take this and know, I'm always in here." She touched her finger to my heart. "Love you," she whispered.
Later on that day in my third grade class, I was coming back from the restroom and as I passed the staff room I saw the World Trade Center attack. As I watched in horror as the planes hit the towers one after the other, I swore I could hear my mother's screams.
So many people died that day, including Mom. Amidst all the rubble her body was never found. I remember how hard it was on Dad and I to hear that news, especially with me being an only child. After Mom died and Dad went to work I barely made it through school.
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