“I told him, ‘You need to get up. Someone is at the door and they’re yelling ‘save me.’ His eyes widened and he looked at me like, ‘What?’ I said, ‘Someone is trying to break in!!’”
“The one who heard you screeching as your alcoholic husband was screaming in a drunken fury. I’m the one who told the police that you have 5 children. As a survivor of domestic abuse, it pulls at my heart every time I hear yelling next door.”
“To my kids, please understand when I’m strict and paranoid wanting to track your every movement, it’s because I know a child didn’t make it home to their family that day.”
“All of a sudden, a large cloud of smoke starts creeping in – and fast.”
“This is the moment I am most ashamed of in my life. If it sounds bratty and immature, that’s because it is. You will randomly stop and think, ‘I can’t believe this happened to us.’ It sucks. It’s devastating.”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.
“When I woke up, I heard the shower going. Then I heard someone leave the apartment. I rushed to Mike and Elena’s bedroom and hollered for him. No response, so I kept hollering, ‘Mike, Mike are you in there?’ Moments later, his tower was hit.”