Evangeline Cleaves snuggled deeper into her father's lap and yawned. She felt comfortable in her soft white pajamas with bunny prints.
''Daddy, when will mommy be coming home?'' she asked sleepily.
''You ask that question way too many times, you know that?'' her father observed affectionately. ''She'll be home at the same time she always has- 9:00 PM.''
Evangeline's father, Mr. Samuel Cleaves, was a short, broad-chested man with unkempt brown hair. He usually wore tattered old genes and sweaty t-shirts, like he was now. Her mother, Mrs. Diva Cleaves, was a slender woman, with gorgeous red hair, and a slender figure. She worked at a set of skyscrapers known as The Sister Towers, or more precisely, she worked in the Tower Of Economy. The Sister Towers stood in the middle of the Cleaves home town, Caroke Columzio, and were the pride of the nation. Everyone talked about how amazing those three buildings were and how they revolutionized Columzian industry and economy. In fact, the Sister Towers were loved so much, that the Columzian President, Sina Mykatie, declared a national holiday in their honor.
Evangaline understood none of that. To her seven year old mind, all talk of economy and industry was just boring adult chatter. All she really cared about were things like games, toys, and above all, her dear mother.
''Now,'' Samuel murmured, ''Settle down.''
Evangeline humphed. That's all grown-ups ever tell me. Settle down. Why is wanting mother such a problem? She thought rebelliously, but still, she stopped talking. Evangeline closed her eyes, sleep overcoming her...
''Breaking news! An unknown airplane has crashed into the first Sister Tower, causing an explosion.''
Evangeline snapped her eyes open at the sound of the news reporter's voice. Her heart began to pound. She knew her mother worked in the Sister Towers. Is she dead? Evangeline wondered, panic rising in her chest.
''That's bad isn't it?'' she breathed.
''Yes. It's very bad,'' her father answered with a strained look on his face.
The news reporter continued his horrible report.
''At 8:34, an airplane crashed into one of the Sister Towers, causing an explosion to the interior structure. We do not know the identity of the plain, or it's pilot. However, with us today is a witness-Carrie Michelle.''
Evangeline's eyes were glued to the screen. She could hardly believe what was happening.
''Miss Carrie can you explain to us what happened?'' the reporter continued.
''I was just hanging up some laundry...OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!'' Carrie's voice was panicked. ''The first tower just fell into the secant!''
''Mommy!!'' she screamed, her heart welling with agony. Evangeline had never felt such fear in her life. What if her mother died? Suddenly she heard faint sobbing noises and looked. To her utter surprise, her father was on his knees, tears streaming down his face, his hand pressed against the screen. She could barely hear his uttered words-
''Father, loving father,'' it sounded more like a plea then a prayer, and his voice was racked with agony. ''Have pity on all those men and women. Some of them, are just too young to die! Father, please!'' he sobbed harder. ''Just please...''
At that moment, Evangeline knew. Her mother could die today. She found that tears were streaming down her face. Don't let her die today...she prayed desperately.
At that moment the secant tower crashed into the third. Evangeline let out a wild cry.
''Mommy!'' Her little heart broke into two. Her life fell down. ''She's going to die! She's going to die!''
''Incoming message, for...Samuel and Evangeline Cleaves,'' the reporter announced. Then her mothers voice came on-
''The Economy Tower is falling down...don't know if I'll make it...whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you with all my life and that I'll always be holding you, Evangaline. Even when the sky falls...''
Static sounded. Then the boom of an explosion. Then screaming.
Evangeline let out a long wail
Her life had torn down the middle. Her whole world had collapsed. And her mother's last words were now engraved on her shattered heart.