I experienced 9/11 in Portugal. I had just survived infertility. My son was 1 ½ months old and it was daddy's first day back to work, leaving me home alone for the 1st time to tend to our son. I was so terrified that day. All morning I had had a bad feeling. Premonition? I was sitting with my son in my arms, watching the news when it all happened before my eyes. I phoned my husband to come home quickly because I couldn't stop crying, holding on tightly to my son, as if fearing evil would come to take him away from me.
--from Raggedy Ann