Amy turned to me.

     “None of us have gone to the World Trade Center Museum yet.  Would you like to join us, Clementine?”

     My eyes teared up and my words were shaky and emotional.

     “This will be my first time to see it.  Yes, I’d be honored to see it with all of you.”

     We slowly made our way over to the museum.  On the way over, I saw street vendors selling 9/11 t-shirts with flags, and eagles, and the Twin Towers on them, books on 9/11, and the Twin Towers, and New York City on that day, big, yellow ribbons, and other 9/11 memorabilia.  Amy and Dani were telling me they had been at the World Trade Center Museum grand op...

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