Hazel Montana comes from a family of wealth. Her mother being a retired surgeon and her father being a businessman. She takes on her passion for makeup, deciding to go to cosmetology school against her parents' wishes, which causes their relationshi...
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After leaving Hazel's apartment, I walk to where my car is parked in the parking garage and use my key fob to unlock the doors. I lock them upon me getting in the car, and sit my plate on the passengers seat as I start my journey to the base. My dad is finally coming back home from the military and I'm overly excited.
He joined the military when he was nineteen and my mama was eighteen, and I was born right before he got deployed for the very first time. With what I'm guessing was the weight of the world on top of her, my mom began doing drugs to cope with everything. After finding out, my dad came back from deployment each and every time wanting to retire and once and for all get me away from her, but he couldn't. According to the military, he had to serve for at least twenty years before he could.
With nothing left to do because he had only been serving in the military for a year, my dad sent me to live with his mother, my grandma Hope. It was so hard growing up without my mama by my side every step of the way since my dad couldn't. I always hated her just off of the strength of knowing that her love for me or the love for herself couldn't overpower her love for getting high. She was addicted to drugs and couldn't even admit it. I didn't have her to tell all my secrets to, or to watch me start preschool, or to watch me learn how to ride a bike. She wasn't there to send me off to high school, or watch me go to prom, or graduate, or have boy talks. She was never there, only to give birth to me, and that's a pain I'll never wish on anyone because I don't think she'll ever be able to live that down. Not as long as I'm here.
As I get closer to the base, I pull over into an empty parking lot and grab my plate from the passenger's seat. Unraveling the aluminum foil I spread on top of it, I ball it up and sit it to the side as I feast my eyes on the food Hazel cooked. Shrimp pasta.
Since my dad informed me that they'd arrive around 15:00, three o'clock our time, I still have about fifteen minutes to spare. I take the free time to put something on my stomach and scroll through Instagram.
After a few minutes, I empty my trash into the small trash bags I leave in the car and head towards the base. Since it's heavily secured, as one would suspect, I pull my military I.D. card from my purse and sit it in my lap so that I can have it ready to go when the gate guards ask for it.
"Good afternoon." The soldier greets me at the gate.
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm here for the homecoming up the base." I inform him.
"Do you have your Dependent ID Card?"
"Yes, sir." I hand him my ID.
He uses the scanner to scan it as I hold it out to him through the window, and after it processes, I put it back into its safe space in my purse. He nods a nod of approval before pressing the button to allow the gate to open. Going the gate, I make my way through the base and park amongst the others who are also here for the arrival of their family members.
