Last night, just before I turned out the lights in the boys' room, D asks me a question. He's in third grade this year.
"Mama, is today the 9-1-1 day?"
I think to myself, "9-1-1? Oh, 9/11."
"Yes, today is 9/11."
"Mama, a long time ago that's when the planes crashed into the building."
---pause---
"Yes, sweetie, that's what happened."
A long time ago.
Seven years ago. D was just over a year old and we were living in Philly. A lifetime ago for him but just a moment ago in my memory.
We remember.
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