“Go change, you look cheap!” my dad laughed after Mom ruined my dress. I returned wearing a general’s uniform. The room went silent. He stuttered, “Wait… are those two stars?”

“Major General Hale,” he said. “Apologies for not greeting you sooner. We weren’t informed you’d arrive privately.”

The silence that followed was complete.

My father swayed slightly.

“General…?” he whispered.

I met his eyes.

“Lieutenant Colonel Hale,” I said evenly.

He straightened instantly, reflex overriding pride. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You taught me once,” I continued, my voice carrying without effort, “that respect is not demanded. It’s earned.”

He nodded stiffly, sweat forming at his hairline.

“You also taught me never to judge a soldier by appearances,” I added. “I learned that lesson well. I’m disappointed you didn’t.”

My mother’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Aaron looked like he was trying to understand a language he’d never bothered to learn.

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