I was born on September 11, 2001 . My grandfather says it was a Tuesday. I live with my grandparents now. They tell me that I came out of my mommy’s tummy early. My dad worked at a place called The World Trade Center in New York City – when he was at work that day some men flew planes into the building. There was fire and a lot of smoke before it dropped to the ground. My daddy died that day. When my mom heard about it, she got very nervous, and her tummy started to hurt a lot. I was supposed to come out on November 4 – her birthday – but she had to go to the hospital early, and I came. I was born the day my daddy died.
My mommy became a soldier. She told me that she loves me a lot and she had to go protect people who could not protect themselves. My mommy told me that freedom was not free, and that was why she carried a gun. She told me to always be kind even if someone was mean. That was when I went to live with grandma and grandpa. Grandma makes nice cakes. She says that sometimes when you are baking a cake, you may have to break eggs or you may spill flour but to think about finishing the cake. I’m not sure what that means.
One day, when I was playing in the yard, a black car stopped in front of our house. Two men in fancy army uniforms came out of the car and looked at me. One of them smiled at me – but it looked like the smile was hurting his face – the other man looked away quickly. They walked up to the door just as my grandfather opened the front door. The two soldiers (one of them had a cross on his funny looking army hat) talked to pop-pop and I saw him lean against the door-frame. When they were walking back to their car, one of them touched my head. Pop-pop told me to come inside. I went into the house and saw mama crying. My grandfather put me to sit on his knee. He asked me if I remembered when my fish died. I told him yes. He was quiet as grandma sobbed in her chair. I was confused. He kissed my forehead and held my face. When I looked into his eyes, I was a little scared. “You mom isn’t coming home,” he said. My mother had died. Some bad men had used a bomb to blow up her truck. That day, I learned the word orphan.
My mom died in January. In February – that’s the month after January – we learned about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. It was Black History Month. People did a lot of bad things to black people, but still Dr. King was not mean. Sometimes they would spray water of them with big hoses or set dogs on them. They started fires on their front lawns; they burned their churches and houses; they put ropes around their necks until they were dead. Even after all this, some of the black people were still not mean. We had to do a play in school, we all played different people. I played Dr. King and said, “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.” I’m not sure what that means.
Yesterday, I think I did a bad thing. I should have been in bed, but I was sitting at the top of the stairs watching TV. They stopped the show pop-pop was watching and I saw him sit forward and call mamma. I remember what was written of the screen. “Osama bin Laden killed!” I remember the name because one time when we were watching TV we saw his picture and my grandfather told me that he – Osama bin Laden – was the reason I was an orphan. I was very angry and very sad. When I heard that my mommy’s friends had killed him, I was sad for him. Even though I wondered if he had children or a family, many people were dancing in the streets. It looked like everyone was having a party because a man was dead. I know he killed a lot of people, but it seemed wrong.
Then I felt guilty. Now I am just confused. I think I have a good memory, I remember what I learned:
“Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”
It doesn’t matter anyway. I know he did bad things, but I choose not to be like him – I choose not to do bad things. I choose not to hate.
