Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - Pg 256

Maybe he didn't say he loved me because he loved me. But that wasn't a good enough explanation. I said, "I need to know how he died."     He flipped back and pointed at, "Why?"     "So I can stop inventing how he died. I'm always inventing."     He flipped back and pointed at, "I'm sorry."     "I found a bunch of videos on the Internet of bodies falling. They were on a Portuguese site, where there was all sorts of stuff they wern't showing here, even thoug it happened here. Whenever I want to try to learn about how Dad died, I have to go to a translator program and find out how to say things in different languages, like 'September,' which is 'Wrzesien,' or 'people jumping from burning buildings,' which is 'Menschen, die aus brennenden Gebäuden springen.' Then I Google those words. It makes me incredibly angry that people all over the world can know things that I can't because it happened here, and happened to me, so shouldn't it be mine?