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HAZEL
"HAZEL!"
"Yes, mother?"
"YOU NEED TO RESPECT ME. I AM YOUR MOTHER."
" ... I'm sorry."
"Good. You should be."
That's how all of our conversations went. I guess that other words would have no meaning to her. We just moved to Oregon from Las Vegas.
Sure, tourists think that's an amazing place, with all the beautiful lights, and the mesmerized people just love to gaze at the casinos and clubs.
But, after living there for, what, 15 years, you get really sick of it.
My father just got up and vanished one night. I don't know why, maybe because of money problems, maybe my mom, maybe me. Who knows, and more specifically, who wants to?
We had just moved to Portland, Oregon. Our boxes were still taped up, and out on the hardwood porch. I took my few boxes up to my room and began to unpack. A new life, in a new town.
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Helena and Hazel
General FictionWe say that love comes easy. That it comes and goes as easily is the breeze. We were so wrong. So, so wrong.
