Later that night Mika was laying in bed in a pink night shirt that was in her drawer when she heard her father, “Is he still pretending to be a girl?” in a shout.
“How can you be such an asshole?” Mary shouted back. “She’s our child. But all you care about is your damn job anyway so what do you care?”
“Well it’s my damn job that buys that sissy all his fucking clothes,” his father yelled back.
“And my career doesn’t mean shit to you does it? I sacrificed everything so you could rub elbows with those balding fatasses-” was all Mika could stand to listen to. She grabbed the earplugs she kept on her nightstand and crammed them into place. It wasn’t as though her parents fought all the time, but whatever it was they were fighting about, it was always extremely loud.
This time though it cut deep. This was the reaction she was afraid of. She started to cry as she covered her face with her pillow.
“I wish I was born a girl,” she sighed deeply. “I wish he’d just fucking leave,” she sobbed.
