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I still remember that day clearly. I was at school
in South America and a friend ran to me and said,
"World War III is here".
Everything seemed unreal.. but it really happened.
We all watched TV and I started to cry. I was very
worried about my friends who were doing their exchange
year there. I didn't know what exactly happened. All
I heard was that America was under attacked. Luckily,
they were all okay. However, the father of a girl from
my school wasn't lucky. He worked in the north building..
and they couldn't locate him. The girl's story was a big
shock to everyone. It turned out her daddy was the only
missing Chilean. We all prayed for him and donated some
money, hoping she could go to the states to look
for him. Eventually, one national TV station helped her out
and she had a chance to fly to manhattan a week after
that. All she wanted was just to see her daddy, dead or alive.
I can't believe it's been 8 years and I haven't heard about
her daddy's story since. However, I hope she finally reunited
with her daddy, even it's just his body.. because being
disappeared from someone's life is worse than passing away.
Q.E.P.D, Sr. Juan
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