Morning Wood
The calm of a Saturday afternoon was shattered by shouts from my daughter, Kim, who was tearing her boyfriend a new asshole. “I can’t believe that you didn’t show up for my birthday. My sixteenth birthday!” I heard my daughter yell into her phone. “I was planning a special day for us, and you couldn’t bother to show up! Well, I will find someone else to give it to, and you can go fuck yourself!” Kim slammed the house phone on its cradle. There was something about the use of “special” that struck me wrong. Her boyfriend, Brian, was two years older and would be heading off to college soon. I imagined that Kim was going to give him her special gift, and the thought of my little girl giving it away to such a …