| Jacelyn's 9-11-01 Story |
| Mommy sure did cry an awful lot today. She kept trying to call someone, I think it was daddy, but she didnt get through. I asked Mommy what was wrong because I'm getting to be a big girl now you know, I'm almost 3 years old. Mommy told me some bad guy's who lived far away flew over here in a big air plane and crashed it into a big important building. I asked Mommy if the bad guys were sorry for what they had done because when thier mommie's find out they're going to be very angery. Mommy was crying, which is pretty usual these days, and said that the bad guys died and killed lots of good guy's before they died. I asked Mommy if they were going to heaven....and she didn't say anything. After a long silent moment mommy said that what the bad men did was very wrong and God doesn't like it when we hurt one another. I asked mommy if Daddy was on the air plane with those bad men, but mommy didn't hear me cause E.J. started to fuss. I bent down on my knees and put my chubby little elbows on the seat of the couch and I began to pray out loud: "Dear Jesus, Some bad men flew a big air plane into a big important building today and they died. Mommy said they killed lots of good guy's before they died. I hope they are sorry for what they have done because its not nice when we hurt each other. Now Daddy will have to stay away and we wont even be able to talk to him on the phone. Jesus, will you please keep my daddy safe because I miss him very much and need him more every day. I'm changing before mommies eyes and daddy is missing it all. Please let everyone get along and love each other so I can have my Daddy again. Thank you jesus, I love you and....... AMEN" Mommy turned around and stared at me and just cried again. She said she loved me and wished she could feel the same way as I do. I dont understand what she means. Mommy say's Daddy wont be abel to talk to us now for a really long time because he is really busy at work, how did she know I was going to ask if we could call daddy??? Mommy reassures me Daddy loves me and is safe in Sicily, and then I fall asleep because my tired little eyes can't fight off the heaviness and they shut. |
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