9/11

I am also a New Yorker.

Ten years ago, all of us in the family slept in the parents' bedroom as we shared tears on one of the most humbling moments that defined the century, caught on television. We called relatives to know how they were doing, if they were safe, if they were sound.

9/11 was such a melancholy. To see one of the greatest cities in the world to fall victim to a coward act known as terrorism. To see such the most powerful country in the world be humbled in some event that ocurred in a Tuesday morning.

I am not an American, but I am a New Yorker. It is depressing to still hear about the stories made by this catastrophe. I do not live in New York City, but I am a New Yorker. We are New Yorkers.

I am not an American, I am Filipino. But even if 9/11 didn't happen in the Philippines, my life and the world as a whole had changed as a result from the events of the Tuesday morning in September.

I may have a thousand reasons to loathe America, but I can find a million reasons to love America. I♥NY