My mother died in the WTC bombing.
She did not die from the explosions, she died from inhaling too much abestos and smoke.

As you can imagine, I was completely devastated, I wanted to die, I loved my mother very much, she was the kindest, supportive, most loving person I knew.
I wasn't filled with hatred for the people that did this to my mother and so many other innocent people, I was just saddened.
I didn't eat too much for a while, I was extremely depressed. So many of my friends and family tried to comfort me and make me feel better, but I didn't care enough about anything to listen to them attentively.

But then, I woke up this morning, and I sat up, and I didn't feel sad anymore, I just thought.

As I was thinking, I realized everything you are about to see in my movie, and so I was inspired to give a message to the world.

I hope my movie inspires and uplifts you as it has done for me.