21 years ago, my life changed forever. Both of my parents worked in the north tower of the World Trade Center. This day never a gets any easier. Quite frankly the older I get, the more emotion I feel. Every year I feel like the same teenager, who didn’t know if her parents were coming home. I didn’t know if my dad would ever get to walk me down the aisle, if I would indeed grow up and look just like my mother. I didn’t know if we would decorate our Christmas tree together, or have pancakes on Sundays. I always thought my most pivotal memory of my father would be our first dance at my wedding; but truthfully it’s the moment I saw him finally walk up our front walkway, covered in dust from the towers falling, finally feeling like I could breathe again. For hours I didn’t know if my parents made it. Through a miracle, I became one of the lucky families. I vowed on 9/11 to spend the rest of my life in gratitude. I vowed to never forget how quickly things can change. I remember every day, because I have the opportunity to smile , and capture memories with these two beautiful people. These two beautiful people, whom I owe my life.