I looked everywhere.

On the site, in every hospital in the goddamn city, everywhere.

I couldn't find her. It's like she disappeared in thin air.

Panic was settling in.

I was lost, confused and numb.

I roamed the streets and I realized that my feet had brought me to the animal shop my aunt owned.

I open the door and I see my son.

He looked so much like her.

I hate to admit that tears formed in my eyes.

My son gets up and comes to see me.

"Daddy, why are you crying?"
I answer that I'm just so happy to see him.

I hug him and thank Mirabelle for keeping him.

She answers that it wasn't a problem, and I nod.

I start walking back to our apartment, holding my sons hand.

When we get home, I get him ready for bed, and I give him a long hug.

He falls asleep quickly, and I watch him.

I wonder if she's still alive.

After what happened… I was really starting to doubt it.

It was a mess, over there.

I could still hear and see the terror and chaos going on outside.

The towers had collapsed this morning after a terrorist attack.

And my wife just happened to work there. On the 89th floor.

I sit on my couch, and I doze off.

I wake to the sound of someone knocking on the door.

I think to myself, who the hell knocks at… 2AM?

I get up, and open the door.

My breath got caught in my throat; I didn't know how to react.

There was my wife, Chelsea, covered in ashes, and her hair in a mess.

Her face has tear-stricken and her lower lip was trembling.

My face is stoic. Frozen. Is she a ghost?

She then runs to me and cries in my arms.

Tears overflow from my eyes and I hold on to her.

We stay like that for a while.

I then push her away and I kiss her like there is no tomorrow.

Nobody knew how thankful I was to have her in my arms, safe, and still with me.

Still with me, and that's the only thing I could have asked for.

I know, this might of sucked, but it was impossible for me to knot write this after watching this documentary on TLC.

They were showing how two men saved something like 77 lives from the 89th floor and under.

And I tried to imagine how family, spouse and friends must have felt.

And who better to write how a spouse must have felt on that day, exactly a decade ago. I don't know for you guys, but it's weird for me to say that it's been 10 years. I still remember it, even though I live in Canada.

Anyways. 9/11, we will never forget. We will never forget the courage that you have shown. All my prayers are sent to the families who were directly, or indirectly affected by this horrible event.

-Coquette08