The yellowed letter and his blood

Chapter 1 "Yellowed Letters"

She has been searching for her father all her life. She never met him, and when she asked her mom about him, she would just wave her hand and say that it was unnecessary information. This continued throughout her childhood until her mother fell ill. Before she died, on her deathbed, she confessed who he was. And she's been looking for it ever since, hoping she'll at least tell him she exists. As an inheritance, her mother left her a box with letters. In them she read that he is a pilot who is on missions all over the world. In town, she tried to ask about him by showing people old, yellowed pictures of the two of them. After some time and trying without giving up, she finally found out who he was.
Her father is Pete Mitchell, a pilot named Maverick. She only had photos of her mother with him when she was young and a photo from some kind of ship where she was shaking hands with some blonde guy. That was all she had but his name. Neither an address nor a phone number. All that is a piece of Hazel's life who just wants to know that she is not alone in this world. That her father knows that his genes are in her and his blood. She had his features and black hair. The hazel eyes were her mother's and they gave her the name Hazel. A tall, thin girl with long black hair. Many considered her a beauty and were too boring for her. She has always been a bit like a man because she knew how to fix a car or fix a sink drain. The force of life made her know that. Walking through the city with pictures in hand, she looked up at the sky to see planes flying over. She could sometimes catch herself fantasizing about being a pilot and flying far away. It gave her some freedom after she would argue with her mother. Her mother had a difficult character that you either love or you don't and you suffer. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and texted her best friend. He was a pilot, but she just wanted some time with him. He must be getting ready for a new mission so probably won't see him again for about 6 to 8 months until he returns.

"J., do you have time for coffee? I thought I'd see you before you leave." - her message read

"Just blink and I'm there." - was the answer.

She smiled at the answer and put her cell phone away. He always had sugary answers and had a cheeky streak. He took care of her from a young age, especially after her mother died. She sat down in a nearby café on the square and waited for him. She put the pictures in her pockets because she wasn't ready to explain to him and burden him with that. In the same second, her favorite chocolate appeared in front of her.

- I know you love it. - he said. Her friend, Jake, was the obvious muscular guy that girls always drooled over. With emerald green eyes, a big pearly white smile and dark blonde hair.

-You know how much. Thank you.- she said and huged him.

- Are you okay? You look a little confused.

- It doesn't matter. Long story. And you? When are you going on a mission? I will be alone again.- she told him and tried to hide her sadness. There was never anything romantic between them. Just pure friendship.

- So... why don't you come with me? I know that mom Tilly is no longer with us, so you are not lonely. I can ask the commander. And I have to tell you something else, he said and paused. He liked to challenge her by pausing while speaking.

- You know I don't like that. What do you have to tell me? - he asked him and shook his forearm.

- They called me to TopGun. You know what that means.

- Jake, congratulations. I'm really glad. - she answered him and hugged him with joy.

- I will ask the commander for you to come with me. I'll say you're my...I don't know...fiancée. - Jake joked with Hazel and looked at her mischievously.

-Be good. Be honest with them. If it can, it can, if not, then I'll stay at home.

-Ok. I promise.

They stayed to hang out and finally went home after hugging each other to say goodbye. Hazel went home taking the yellowed pictures in her hands. If she goes with Jake, she might learn more about her father. But until then...he can just look at those yellowed photos from the box on top of the closet.