My Dad was in New York City on September 11th, 2001. This was my lesson on hope in the hours where we wondered if he would be coming home. I was in fourth grade on September 11, 2001. I was very excited to wear a purple floral ensemble that was typically reserved for Sundays, and my favorite hot lunch was on the menu that day at Rolling Green Elementary. I remember specifically having the thought, “This day will be great, even if I have to sit next to a boy!” Blissfully enjo