Here is my story.
My brothers birthday is on September 13. I lived in Manhattan at the time with my mother, because I was just a child at the time. Well, my mother excluded me from school, so that we could go shopping for my brother's presents. We decided to walk around Lower Manhattan, looking for stores with items that my brother might find interesting. We were walking on Freedom Avenue, when we heard what sounded like a plane engine. We then heard a loud crash, and people screaming. We looked up at the Towers, and saw that the North Tower was on fire. One of my cousins was in the North Tower, he was an employee at one of the companies then, and my mother called him. We got no answer. She called again. Again, no answer. Again. Again. No answer. We didn't know what had happened. We asked around, no one had seen what had happened. We were clueless. Time went by, and we heard, again, what sounded like a plane engine. We were looking at the World Trade Center at this time, and saw U.A. Flight 175 fly into the South Tower. One of my other cousins, who worked in the South Tower at the time, was in there. My mother didn't try to call, I guess she already knew they were both dead. Shortly after, firefighters began to show up. My uncle was part of the FDNY, and we quickly found him, and begged him not to go in there. He said it was part of his job, that he had to do it. He went in. When the South Tower collapsed, my uncle was already out of the building, so we knew he was alive. My cousin was nowhere to be found. He would never be found. My uncle went into the North Tower, figuring there was still many, many people inside. He went to rescue them. When the North Tower fell, he was not with us. We eventually found his body, along with my cousins, side by side. He tried to carry him out. A piece of rubble from the fallen Tower, hit me on my arm, nearly tearing it off. Another hit my head, knocking me almost unconscience. That day, I lost 4 relatives, most of the feeling in my left arm, and my spirit was crushed beyond repair. That is my story.
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