She sat there. Listening to her mother talk.
"Just tell him Happy Father's Day. It won't kill you."
"He never told me Happy Birthday." was her response.
"Please." her mom pleaded.
Fianlly she gave in. She slowly walked into the room. Trying to find a memory from her childhood. She vaguely searched for something that stood out. Something before alcohol was a regular beverage for him. Before aruging was a usual sound in this house. Arguing over money. Arguing over her and her brother. Arguing over arguing. She sighed. She found a small reminiscent of them together. Walking at her grandparents. She was about 6 then. She kept that image in her head and pretended she was still her "Daddy's Little Girl" not what ever the hell she was now. Through clentched teeth she muttered "Happy Father's Day." The look on his face told her it wasn't good enough. Just like always. She let all her swirling emotions roll off of her shoulders as she sat down and watched as her perfect brother handed him the gift. There was no use in her trying.