Dear Captain. I know some of your story from your previous writing, but the background goes from shit to appalling to worse and more.

My eyes misread your last lines, but maybe it’s what’s underneath - those presents are being handed as broken glass, and asking you to treat that with the same respect as a piece of jewellery or even just a card that recognises and notices you for who you are.

Fuck happy birthdays, and be, and protect yourself, as it doesn’t feel like your family was ever that.

🖤🖤🖤