Reagan M...
Yokota Middle School
It was a sunny day in Vandenberg Air Force Base in California. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was in 2015 and my parents and I were walking into the community center. I looked around and as soon as I stepped into the building I saw a sign, “Month of The Military Child” in purple. I also saw a giant table, covered in a purple tablecloth filled with food and kids my age and older huddling around the cake in the center. But as soon as I walked in, the speakers jumped out and started talking. “A girl and her family had to move away from her friends, she was sad and cried as soon as she left. She missed her friends, and she missed her dad, who deployed the week before” the speakers said. As soon as the speakers shut off, I was as happy as a kid on Christmas, this story is about me! I turned to my mom, “Mom, is this about me?” I questioned.
“No, it’s not exactly about you, but it does feel like it doesn’t it? It’s actually about every kid in here, every kid in this room is a military brat, like you, they all had to go through something similar” my mom replied. At that moment, I realized, I’m not alone. Everyone in here had to go through something like that, I wasn’t the only one. For the first time in my life, I finally realized that being a military child isn’t something we shouldn’t be alienated for, but something we should embrace and accept.