This is an essay I wrote in school for no reason whatsoever.

When you think deeply about 9/11 you'll see how horrid it truly is. Imagine, the last thing you see and feel is a hot, orange light burning your skin. Hundreds of people dying, right before your eyes. Maybe you'd have a family, and a life, to be left behind with all of these people's. Now take this image, and put it in the eyes of a little boy. Imagine what would go through his head when he saw this.
What about when children would ask their mom, "When's Daddy coming home?" How hard would it be for the mom to say and the children to her the word, "Never?" How would you feel if half of your family was dead?