Mercy's mother shows up to her grandmother's funeral with her birthday presents in tow. She says, I want you to open them, I need you to open them, let's go outside and I want to see you open them.
Yay! Happy Birthday, she says. This is one of my worst memories, Mercy is telling her father. Do you remember? and she was so happy, she got me nothing, some socks, a sweater I wouldn't wear, a used book, a framed picture of a unicorn, which was actually OK, but how could she know I would like that, she didn't, and besides, you know.
Yes, I remember, yes, her father says but he says that a lot. He is wearing a red flowing wig, lots of curls and bigness. He is wearing a freezer pack around his hairline now because of his hot flashes, having a constant headband is not a good look he says but what am I supposed to do, sweat to death?
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