Date Submitted: 9/1/2016
I was eleven years old and I the sixth grade in Bloomington, Indiana. Even though it's been almost 15 years, I still remember vividly the news reports. My heart breaks for those lost on that day. You will never be forgotten.
Those who die innocent deaths never really die. They are everywhere; we just don't see them in quite the same way. And the culmination of what they were and what their death meant is as prevalent and tangible as the warmth in your soul and the sorrow in your heart.
Imran (story excerpt)