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A September 11th Tribute – Forgotten Goodbyes
Contributed by
midnightwriter
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Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 08:23:08 PM in AEST
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The door slams in his moms face. She told him that leaving to see his dad was such a waste.
The teenage boys father had left them when he was only six. Couldnt handle the pressure and thought walking out would be the quick fix.
His mother worked hard, and long hours to raise her son. She came to his football games, and on his sixteenth birthday she made sure his day was filled with laughter and fun. That is why it hurt her so, when her boy said he wanted to be with dad for Christmas in New York, and to see the crystals of white snow.
He was never there for us, she said. I know he yelled, its not fair, but I want to seem him, its not like he is dead.
The next morning they awoke early, and a big breakfast he was fed. Still angry from the night before, she dropped him off at the airport without a kind word being said.
Sitting in his chair trying to hide his tears, he does not notice the foreign men who would soon make a country realize its worse fears. As the plane flies into the air, the men take over the cabin with force, and with the captain their evil plan they do share. The teenage boy did not know their intentions, of their hideous plan he was not aware.
Back at home his mom arrives at work almost late for an important meeting. Smiling she enters the room, not knowing that her smile would be turned to bitter weeping. As she sits down someone rushes into the room yelling out the terrible news. The first airplane had crashed into the first tower, she frantically views the TV and on her pencil she nervously chews.
Aboard the plane people are panicking and unsure of their future. The teenage boy scared turns on his cell phone, and with great difficulty begins a text message to his mother.
Mom, Im ok right now, but Im not sure what is going on. I love you, thank you for working so hard for me, write back quickly.
Back in the office his mothers cell phone begins to beep. Reading her sons message tears begin to flood down her face as she bitterly weeps. Memorized by the smoke filling the air on TV, she watches the second plane with her son aboard fly into the last remaining New York World Trade Center Tower.
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2005-10-26 20:23:08]
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Re: A September 11th Tribute – Forgotten Goodbyes
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by KaylaNoelHohn on
Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 08:34:54 PM AEST
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This one really hits close to my heart.. Thank you for writing it. I hope you had no loved ones killed by 9/11..
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Re: A September 11th Tribute – Forgotten Goodbyes
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by lostrelic on
Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 09:28:48 PM AEST
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a very good write i am missing friends since that day i use to chat to everyday it was a great write
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