Christmas dinner with my father. My mother had lied to me all my life up until that point. She had persuaded me that he was a monster. My siblings and I went hungry the entire time because her top priority was always to buy weed. I honestly thought the Christmas dinner gathering was just a television trope until it got kicked out and moved in with my father. It was peculiar. There was music playing, people were laughing, and there was more food than I’d ever seen in one place.