⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ Hazel ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・

Hazel’s mother died when she was young, leaving her alone with her father at the age of 8. He was an Italian immigrant, his family came from no money, so when they came to the United States to support her mothers job better, things were okay. For a little while. Her father and her couldn’t afford to go back, nor did they have a real reason to. She watched her father work multiple minimum wage jobs, always encouraging her to go to school and work hard so she didn’t end up like him. She would always watch him work, she didn’t care what happened, she wanted to be just like her daddy. On her 14th birthday she got her first job, saving for college was going to be difficult, but her mother had left a little money, and her father had saved some for her, so she had a little boost.

She was wiping down the tables at the restaurant she worked at one day, talking with her father, who was working at the bar. It was two minutes till close and she was getting ready to lock the door....then some rich, Dickhead walks into the restaurant. They had already closed down all the kitchenware, the cooks had left, and there this person was strolling on in like nothing mattered. Hazel couldn’t stand people like that.

You? Aren’t there at all to eat. This is all a huge punishment. You come from an incredibly wealthy family, and you live with your parents, never had to work a day in your life. Until your dad found out you smoked weed once. He sent you off to work for the restaurant, or he was cutting you off.

Credit to the artist, Im not sure who it is but their signature is in the photo