Chapter 2
July 31, 2017 I got off the plane in Miami with absolutely no word from my mom since the phone call she gave me 4 days ago. The two flights back were almost as painful as these next couple of days will be. In no way am I expecting anyone to be at baggage claim when I get there; this way it’s eases the blow when it’s actually true. I walk through the airport, a place I’ve grown to hate. Airports are filled with happy families traveling to Mexico, stern business pricks traveling across the country just for a damn meeting, and then sorry loner like me. Everyone with their own shit, just trying to make it from point A to point B in one piece. I don’t know everyone knowing my shit either, that’s I don’t wear my uniform when I travel. Yeah, a lot of stuck up dicks do because they think it gets them girls. If that’s the girl you want, then go right ahead. Don’t come up and thank me for my service, I haven’t done a god damn thing. My bag comes around the luggage car