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Picking Out School Clothes
I was upset that my mom left to work without laying out my school clothes. She always left them at the foot of my bed. Huffing and puffing, I looked around the room and under my bed, but they weren't there. Then I heard three voices coming from my parent's bedroom next door: my Dad's, the reporter on the television, and my Mom's.
Thank God Mom is still here. Maybe she isn't going to work. Maybe I can fake sick to stay home with her today.
With my best fake cough and sick face I made a grand entrance into my parents room...but they didn't notice me. Their eyes were glued to the TV. I coughed again. Shock and awe...at the TV that is.
What are they looking at?
I walked over to my parents so that I could see the TV. Two burning buildings and the words "Terrorist Attacks" flashed across the screen.
What's a terrorist? They set these buildings on fire?
The lady on the television said something about airplanes and an act of war.
War? They want war?
"What's a terrorist?" I asked. They ignored me. I saw people jumping from the burning buildings, faces bloodied and dusty and no one thought to cover my eyes.
"Should we keep the kids home from school?" my Mom asked my Dad.
Yes, yes, please say yes.
"No, this is happening in New York. I'm sure it will be a normal school day for them," said my Dad.
My mom looked at me (finally). She stared at me blankly for a few seconds, eyes glazed. She looked scared and confused and sad.
"Go get ready for school," she told me. And I wanted to say that she forgot to lie out my clothes, but I decided that today wasn't a day for talking back. Today was the day I picked out my own school clothes.
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