My dad escaped the horrors of the World Trade Center attacks. Yet for both of us, the trauma remains. — I had big plans for September 11, 2001. I left my childhood home in Queens that morning dressed in flared jeans with patches below the knee. As I hopped on the F train at 179th Street and Hillside Avenue, Krystal Harris’ song “Supergirl!” from The Princess Diaries played on repeat…