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9/12/01

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, the Taliban crashed 4 planes, that killed thousands of innocent people and themselves. It was the worst attack on American soil, they say. it devastated thousands of people, including me.

Both my parents worked in the twin towers. They were there when the planes crashed, when the towers came crashing down to the ground, the the buildings crashed down, toppled on to my parents, and killed them.

I didn’t know what had happened at first, but everyone was telling me, “I’m so sorry,” "Everything's going to be okay,” “I know you can get through this,” and everyone was crying, or about to cry. I was so confused about what had happened, then someone finally told me. I couldn’t believe it, my parents were dead.

Leaving me an orphan. I’m one of those kids who’s parents are both dead. I now have to be one of those kids, who live with their aunt and uncle.

I don’t want to be one of those kids, but I don’t have a choice.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/02

Dear Diary,

It has been a year. One year since I moved into this house. One year since my parents died. One year since I became an orphan. One year since my life had changed.

Today was the one year anniversary of my parents death. It’s also the one year anniversary of 9/11.

Everybody today at school kept telling me “Everythings going to be okay,” but they're wrong. Everything isn’t going to be okay. I’m still going to be the girl who lives with her aunt and uncle, not her parents. I’m still going to be the girl whose parents are dead. It’s not going to be okay. I’ll never be like everyone else, who live with their parents, because my parents are dead.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/03

Dear Diary,

I have delt with my parents death for two years. I have been dealing with their death for two years, today. I have been living in this torture chamber for two years. Two years too long.

I should be living in my old house, not this cruddy one. I should be living with my parents, not with my aunt and uncle. I should be living a normal everyday life, not this one.

September 11th is the one day a year, where I can’t pretend that I live a normal life. I would do anything for a normal life, having both my parents, living in my old house, and enjoying life the way I used to.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/04

Dear Diary,

Today is the three year anniversary of my parents death. I have been an orphan for three years. I have been living this life that no one understands for three years.

Everyone has no idea what my life is like. They all live with there parents, I don’t. They have both parents living, I don’t. I have to deal with the fact that my parents are dead, and theirs aren’t.

I even live with people who don’t understand. My cousins have both their parents living and I’m constantly remind that I don’t. They try and make me feel better by saying “it’s okay,” “Everythings going to be okay,” “You don’t have to be so strong,” but I know they really don’t care.

This is the first year that September 11th isn’t on a school day.  I’m super glad, I didn’t have to go to school and be surrounded by people who don’t understand.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/05

Dear Diary,

Today is the four year mark.  Four years ago, my life completely changed. I lost both of my parents with no goodbye, with no warning, for no reason. They didn’t do anything, all they did was go to work. Because they went to work that day, I became an orphan. All they did was go to work. That’s all it took to change my life.

This year September 11th, was on a sunday. That’s means I didn’t have to go to school and face all those people who act like they care. They try to  cheer me up, by saying “it’s okay to be upset,” and “Everythings going to be okay,” but they’re only doing it, so, they don't having my negative energy rubbing off on them. They think it’s so easy to get over the loss of your parents, but it’s not.

I’m not looking forward to next year, because it will be on a Monday. Which means I have to go to school.

Bye,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/06

Dear Diary,

Today is the five year anniversary of many things. It’s the five year anniversary of the crash of four planes. It’s the five year anniversary of 9/11. It’s the five year anniversary of my parents death. It’s the five year anniversary of the day, I became  an orphan.

I’ve noticed over the years, there’s less “Everythings going to be okay,” on this day. That’s how I want it. I want people to stop acting like they care. When I know they don’t.

This year September 11th, was back on a school day. I realized, that I like it better when, it’s on a school day, because I’m not alone. I’m surrounded by people, which helps me act like I’m okay even though I’m not.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/07

Dear Diary,

The past six years have gone by so slowly. Six years of no one understanding me. Six years of everyone pretending to care, well, almost everyone.

This past year is the first year I wasn’t the loner girl of the school, since my parents died. This past year I went from being the loner girl of the school, to being one of the “nerds” in the school. Being a “nerd” isn’t all that bad, because at least I have friends. Okay one friend, but it’s not like I have no friends. Like I used too.

This year to try to cheer me up, my best friend, Sara and I went shopping. She kept saying “Shopping is very therapeutic.” I don’t think so, but there was no harm in letting her think that.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/08

Dear Diary,

Today is the seven year anniversary of the day four planes crashed. One  in the Pentagon, another in a field in Pennsylvania, the last two crashed into the twin towers, where my parents worked.

To get my mind off my parents death, Sara threw a party for me. There were a lot of older guys who showed up for the party, not me. They brought a bunch of beer. I got into trouble for all the drunk dudes being around and for the fact they were all under aged drinking. I wasn’t drinking, even though Sara kept telling me “Have fun and drink a little.” I got into trouble, because it was my party, they all got drunk at.

Thanks to all those random guys, I’m now grounded for two weeks.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

9/11/09

Dear Diary,

It’s been eight years since my parents died. Eight years doesn’t seem that long ago. Eight years is 2,922 days, 70,128 hours, 4,207,680 minutes, 252,460,800 seconds. To me that doesn’t seem that long, but eight years is pretty long.

This year, instead of throwing me a party that’s going to get me into trouble, Sara and I hung out. It was much better than last year because I didn’t get into any trouble. Instead I got extra brownie points by including my little cousins. Even though they have no idea what’s going on in my life, they wreck my stuff, and act just like siblings, towards me, they’re still my cousins.

At school was great. No one treated me like a charity case this year. It was like I was normal again. Since 2000, this was the best September 11th.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/10

Dear Diary,

The nine year anniversary of 9/11, when my parents died is today. Nine years of living without my parents. That’s about half of my life.

This year, my boyfriend, Darren took me out on a date. He took me to this really expensive restaurant. After we went to an open field near the woods and looked at the stars. It was a really simple date, but he made it special, by doing it all for me.

When I got home from my date, my cousins surprised me by having a little family party, that included Sara. They also made me a cake for dessert. It was dorky, but it’s the thought that counts, and Sara wouldn’t judge.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

 

9/11/11

Dear Diary,

The ten year anniversary is today of many things. 9/11. My parents death. Me becoming an orphan. Me moving into this house.

I heard that they are almost done with the memorial for the victims of 9/11. I saw plans for it, it looks really cool. I think it’s a great way to remember the victims of 9/11.

I looked back at some of my old diary entries from previous years and I can’t believe how clueless I was, when I was younger. I mean, I should have been upset. I was eight years old, when I lost my parents. I just can’t believe some of those things I thought. I thought I wasn't going to be okay, because I wasn’t normal. I’m not normal, because I’m an orphan, because both my parents are dead, but I’m not the only one.

I was so wrong. No ones normal. We are all different. No ones the same. I can see why eight year old me thought that, but eight year old me was wrong.

This year I get to live the life of a college student. I’m a Freshman at Michigan State University. Sparty hardy! I went to school out in Michigan, because no one knows what September 11th means to me. They don’t have to feel bad for me. They know me for me, not the girls whose parents  died ten years ago.

Sincerely,

Carter Wilson

State
MI
Zip Code
48176