“You have one new message.”
“First message. June 21st, 2007, 10:48 pm.”
“Happy Birthday. I hope you’re having an awesome day and get lots of gifts and have loads of fun with your friends or whoever.”
“I had a decent shift at work, does that count?”
“I know you won’t hear this, but I didn’t forget. None of us did.”
“What does that mean?”
“I saw Mom crying outside the door of your room.”
“That’s fucking bull shit.”
“I don’t think she wanted me to know though. And Dad misses you too, he’s just not as obvious about it.”
“Oh yeah? And what do they miss? Fighting constantly? Judging everything I do? Or my natural ability to be a massive disappointment?”
“He actually came home from work early to have dinner with us.”
“Neither of them ever tries to call me anymore. They’ve never known how to deal with me.”
“I tried to talk about you, but they didn’t really want to.”
“But hell, I won’t even answer your calls and you still leave me long ass messages.”
“I think it’s because it makes them sad-”
“Message deleted. You have no new messages.”
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