This give e a weird feeling because I was living in manhattan,New York. This gives me an unexplainable feeling in my stomach remembering the moment of the chaos I saw and how my mom feared for my dad. It gives me a bad type of nostalgia and what I saw when I went to school.
I feel pity for the boy whose birthday was greeted with death and destruction. He can not go to his restaurant and fears for his life. This is a powerful image because of how they seem t be ok of whats happened and do not show it on there face.
He knows he might die ,but still protests and I don't think he regrets any thing because in his head he thinks he helped significantly, or at least helped.
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