The aftermath of my life after 9/11, when half my family died. How I am struggling to come back to the self my mother used to love and be proud of while still letting myself grow.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Aftershocks
Too much like 9/11 for my comfort. Even though it wasn't terrorist related. Still felt like someone slammed a bowling ball into my chest when I first heard about it.
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