I was actually in bed at the time, I was sleeping in very late, at that time I didn't have a job, was suffering from depression. My dad came into my room, he came home very early from work, and said to me something horrible happened. The first thing I actually thought was it my mother, since she has already started to have health difficulty back then. I shot out of bed, and I remember asking him "is mom ok?" He told me that she was fine, and continued into his own room, to get changed..he said to me not long after that, that someone attacked New York. I went into my living room, and sat down to watch the news...I cried as I watched the people jump out of the buildings..all I thought to myself was "why in the hell would someone do this?" That day, was the first time I ever saw my dad cry, as we both continued to watch the TV. My mom was at work, and couldn't come home actually till the next day, so she took on a few of the other nurses shifts who left, who's loved ones where in the towers. The rest of that day, my dad, my sister, and myself all stayed glued to the TV..