Let us take a moment and say our prayers. Let us not forget. Pray for the loved ones we lost and for those who were left behind. Remember that day and how we all came together, united. Remember today and let our hearts be filled with love to get through another year. Make today be a reminder to hold our loved ones tighter, to wake up and remember every line on their faces, to forgive, to pick up the phone and let them know how much we love them. So that my children and grandchildren will always remember... With all the stress this deportation had put me through, I didn’t realize I had a bigger responsibility of explaining the situation to my children. I took for granted that they probably felt bad, too, but before I read their letters, I didn’t realize how severe the situation was. In the meantime, my parents decided to move out of New Jersey until we got the help that we needed. They were scheduled to fly to Los Angeles on September 11, 2001. ...
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