At my mothers having coffee.I stayed over the night before because my mothers health was poor. My sister worked 5 blocks from WTC. She went missing 57 hours. She walked to NJ to her apartment in Hoboken.We were sent home from work. I am in the mortgage business so all the markets were closed. My kids were sent home anyway and the oldest was frightened. The youngest didn't understand. So, Amy who was 8 slept with us for about a month. She thought the terrorists could get her here. She still gets scared once in a while. She is 14 now, so she can articulate not having us at the school when things suddenly happened.
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