The people of this house signal social hierarchy and family membership with a complex lexicon of donut and unicorn stickers, applied daily to energy centers of their faces and hands. Their meaning, to outsiders, remains a mystery. We know only that the expense is astronomical.
Kina remains obsessed with our wedding. She always wants to know if she was in attendance, and we’ve reminded her several times now that she was a little egg in Mommy’s belly at the time. This is our wedding, is what I am trying to say. The trellis above us is decorated with blinding-hot suns. The letters at the top are, apparently, Kina’s name and “WRITE YOUR NAME”. It is drawn in pastels, with a very small Parade masthead at the bottom, per her instruction.