Personal Narrative About 9/11

I remember when I was 10 or 11 I used to live up the street from a nice family I played with there
son almost every day but I can't remember his name sadly he was from somewhere else he was the kindest kid his family was so respected by the neighborhood just the nicest people but after the 9/11 attack they just turned there back on them there son and I were out one day and two grown men looked at us and started say the meanest things i have ever heard i was scared and didn't know what to say so i just stared at them as my friend sat there with me the two men started walking closer i couldn't move I was so scared I didn't know what to do as they got closer they said “leave now you're not welcome here” I didn't know what they meant but befor

i could think about what they meant by that my friend grabbed my arm and took me with him back to his house but on the way there the two men yelled all kinds of things i can't repeat when we got to his house i sat in shock of what happened while he explained to his parents happened.
a little later I heard them yelling saying “we need to get out of here i can't take this anymore” and it wasn't even a week later that they moved but to this day i have never forgot that family and how everyone turned their backs on them….. but remembering that event I learned never to judge people from what others see them as