9/11 narrative

September 11,2001 was the scary day of my life. I was nine months pregant and i was due in a week and a half. At that time my husband was working at the World Trade Center. I was home watching television a eurgent messaged interupted the show. It showed the city and the Towers have been hit. My first thought was " Where is my husband ?". I picked up the phone and call him. Since i lived right over the bridge in Brooklyn, I walked out on my front steps with my phone in my hand calling my husband over and over again. I remember looking up in the sky and dropping the phone to the floor and i saw the second plane flying low and right towards the second building. Once I saw the second plane actually crash, I immediantly started to cry. I knew there was no way my husband could live. I remember thinking "How could this happen?", I called my mother. We sat for hours and cryed. Until we heard the doorbell ring. I ran to the door, my husband was standing there covered in black smoke, coughing. I couldn't even believe he was alive.