My Hero (9/11)
One day shocked the world forever.
Smoke was in the air as cries echoed everywhere.
I was home that day, playing with dolls like any other day.
Only the day differed from the rest. The day stood still.
My mother rushed into two buildings without a second thought.
No mask. No hazard suit. Just determination.
My hero. Their hero.
Wives, husbands, and children sent letters.
Kind words but I was grateful and sad.
Grateful she came home, sad other children could not get the same outcome.
Eighteen years have passed.
I am a college student looking to tell History.
So the world may never forget.
My officer.
My hero.
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