Stacie sits alone in her grandmothers attic. She sits cross legged on the floor. She peers over a photo album that is resting on her lap.

She carefully turns the pages. Looking at each photo with a whimsical gaze. She smiles at all the photos. They bring such joy to her heart, this little stroll down memory lane.

She traverses through a few more pages, and she spots pictures of her friends. This must have been taken at least ten years ago. The faces look so familiar but the names don’t come to mind right away.

After turning the page, photos of her father surface. There he is! Her loving father. She studies his face. Her mind clicks on. Before two seconds pass, there is a tear rolling down her cheek. Stacies heart feels heavy and her lungs do as well. It is impossible not to cry, she will never forget what happened. Her mind goes right back to that day..That awful day when America lost the twin towers.

She whispers to the photograph.. “I miss you daddy” she brushes away a tear.