
By Stacy Torres
Every year September 11th fills me with peculiar grief. I lost my younger sisters that day. They lived, but after fleeing destruction, they never really returned. And that day never really ended.
I’ve spent twenty-five years trying to understand the unraveling of our relationship.
Let me explain.
Six days before the attacks, the twins began tenth grade at the High School for Public Leadership, one of two closest schools to the World Trade Center. I had high hopes for their new school, transferring them there for its educational, career, and internship opportunities and partnership with Syracuse University. Since my mother’s death five years before, when I was sixteen and the twins were ten-years-old, I’d inherited outsized responsibilities for running the household and taking care of my three younger sisters, including making major decisions about their education.
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