Moral of the Story

Chapter Two

"Will the owner of a white Honda Sedan please come to the front desk? You are in a no-parking zone and your car will be ticketed and towed if not moved within the next 5 minutes. Thank you!"

The Brooklyn airport was one that was always crowded and busy at all times of the year. With it being New York, the number of tourists and residents was substantially larger than most airports around the states.

Even with traveling a ton for work, she struggled to maneuver through the herds of people who saw the walking escalator as a convenient way to stand and get from place to place, rather than use it the right way.

God, non-airport goers were the worst. They had no idea how the common courtesy of things went in these fast-paced environments.

"Excuse me. Excuse me," she said kindly, moving around an older, wider, and heavier-set man who was taking up the width of the track. "I need to get by right here," she said politely as he grunted and moved over.

She wasn't ever one to really use her 'big city mannerisms' unless she was in a foul mood or just irritated beyond measure. Right now, she was more nervous than anything.

She hadn't seen her father in person for over two years. She had actually never come back home after leaving for college 10 years ago. There was always just too much going on in her life to take a vacation back home. And the few times she had planned on it, it got canceled due to weather, or something with work popped up. 

Though, she could have tried more. She could have set more time aside to visit her dad, but with what the beginning of her job demanded of her, it was near impossible.

Her father understood though. He loved coming and visiting her. So for the first few years in California, he made his way to her instead.

However, they did have family vacations almost every year to keep in contact with each other.

Her mom on the other hand... Yeah, Y/N didn't care to make time for her or her stepfather. She didn't get along with her in the least. Her mom, Marlene, was very fake as the young kids say. She believed she was better than everyone around her, and if she wasn't, she did her best to be.

It was a toxic person to constantly be around growing up. She would judge Y/N, picking fights with her if she didn't wear clothes found pristine and polished. She judged her if her hair wasn't done or she didn't wear makeup, saying that a woman is only as beautiful as she tries to be. She was a bully to her own daughter and really anyone around her.

Y/N did, however, inherit her stubborn bluntness, and unlike most people who would just brush her off, or unfortunately let the words affect them, Y/N would just bite back.

Fights on top of fights always broke out between the two. Almost always started by her mom having to make a comment on something about Y/N's appearance or attitude. Her poor father had to be the median between the two a majority of the time.

And if Y/N wasn't the one she decided to pick on for the day, it was her father. Though her father didn't show that if it affected him and would usually just brush it off going to another room to avoid the harassment, Y/N would fight in his place.

A lot of the time her mother made herself the victim and say that Y/N always attacked her and never fought with her dad because she loved him more. And in all honesty, she did love her dad more. He was a loving, calm, and humble man. He loved the simple things and didn't care if he had extravagant, expensive, and luxurious items like her mother demanded.

Her father was her best friend. They were close to being the same person. So, yeah. She would stand up for him and put her mom in her place when she decided to harass them constantly.