So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
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“Hey babe,” I heard her saying through the phone. “Hey, what’s up?” I said and then I changed the channel of my TV, locking eyes with something I didn’t want to see, something I didn’t want to believe. I gasped too shocked to say anything.
“I’m sure you’re watching the news now,” She said coughing. I knew that she was inside of that building today, she had a meeting to attend. “I called you because I wanted to tell you how much I love you okay? I want you to remember all the days we spent together when you miss me, I want you to remember all the nights we shared and I don’t want you to stop living just because I’m not here anymore,” She said to me and I let my tears fall, “Isn’t there anything you can do?” I asked, knowing the real answer to my question but trying to believe that there was still hope.
“No. I’m in one of the highest floors of the Tower and it’s about to fall. There’s just too much smoke and I know it’s my time now,” She said, and I knew she was crying too. Dying isn’t easy, not when you don’t ask for it, when it’s a mistake. “I want you to move on baby. I will be watching over you. I lov-” But before she could finish, the Tower was going down. I was watching it all on TV.
It fell like a domino. Floor by floor. It was scaring and I knew right there and then, that my wife, the love of my life, was dead.
Today is the mark of eleven years since the Twin Towers fell. Pray for those who lost their lives and for those who lost someone important to them. And if you have lost someone that day, I’m praying for you and your family. God Bless you.Holy shit, I got crazy chills
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