For me, it was another day being a sophomore in high school. It was the start of the school year in a new private school. I didn’t speak English very well, but that didn’t stop me from excelling in school. This language barrier, however, did stop me from making friends.
I was sitting in English class when the second plane collided with the South Tower.
I am my mother’s daughter.
My mom didn’t lose her battle to cancer and we didn’t lose her. Loss describes defeat and misplacement. Ovarian Cancer did not defeat her and she isn’t misplaced. My mom won the prize of Heaven, which she didn’t deserve through her own deeds, but was given to her graciously through the blood of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Through the reassurance of her own faith, we know she’s in Heaven. Ovarian Cancer may have taken her body, but it did not take her spirit.
We had reservations for our last meal in NYC and we chose to eat at The Little Owl, located in the Greenwich Village inside a very popular and F.R.I.E.N.Dly building. The ferry took a long time and we worried we wouldn’t make it on time, but we did. Now we can proudly say that we’ve conquered the subway system!
Ally Velsor 