It’s still hard for me to think about Sept. 11 sometimes. I’m still angry. It’s hard to watch my daughters, Celia and Zaya, grow up and know they’ll never see their father. They’ll always be 9/11 girls, and I wish I could shield them from that. Everyone has an immediate pity for them. It is a sad thing, but the girls are also so happy.
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