old memories...

yah.as everyone knows.today's September 11.Now a good day for those of you who read this blog/live in the usa/and was alive when it happened.

I remember that day.i already knew i was a demon,but my "mom" didn't.We went to visit her brother Noel and stay in New York for a few days.

I was playing outside the world trade center waiting for Noel to come,then there was a hige crash.I was afraid and I started running.A cop saw me,picked me up,and took me to the station so i wouldnt get hurt.

I remember watching the two towers go down.I dont know why,but i didnt cry.After the towers went fully down my "mom"(fake mom) came to take me.She got a call on her cell and started crying.i asked her what was wrong but she didnt say anything.

We went to the hospital and i saw my uncle noel,there,dead in a hospital bed.Hischest was black from being burned and part of his face was...*sigh*..i cant say it.

I started crying then,my uncle knew i was a demon.In fact i kinda remember him being a scientist in the XS lab i was "born" in.He called me his lil hybrid and said i would have to do something important when i was about this age.

hm..I wonder if i got that letter he gave me.I'll have to look for it in awhile.

Well,me and the flock gotta go.We stopped flying for a few hours so we could honor this day.Me,garren,and Max took it seriously.

My uncle died.

Garren was there when it happend.

Max was the onlyone who knew his real family and they left him in the building so he could die there.Now i know why he has the huge scar on his back.


Well gotta go...

Ramona...