EvangelineRennison

Where were you? That question will be asked to our generation for the next fifty years. Where were you? I know where I was. It was the worst day of my life. My mother woke me up in our Queens apartment early that morning. She let me skip school. We went out to breakfast and she let me get ice cream on my waffles, even though it was only nine in the morning. My father wasn't around any more; he left. Him and my mom didn't get along, but he wasn't a bad guy. He gave child support and sent me a birthday present every year. But he wasn't around. It was just my mom and I. After breakfast we hopped on the subway and went to the zoo in the Br