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When she was a kid, Easter was a holiday that Vidalia loved to celebrate ā Sunday services with her family, brunch at a restaurant that all four of them could easily agree on, baskets left behind by the Easter Bunny. It was one of the few days during the year that Vidaās parents turned off their powerful exteriors and turned on their parental ones, allowing Vidalia and her brother to experience rare moments of love and nurturing. Even as she got older and the dislike for her parents grew deeper, she still always found herself looking forward to Easter and the time spent wrapped in happiness. As a teenager, Easter turned into something that meant nothing to her. Her parents were dead, her brother and her had parted ways, she was constantly moving from city to city with the circus, and the commune of people she spent her life with didnāt care to celebrate. It became nothing more than just another Sunday to her, a rare fond memory of her childhood, and a chance to get cheap candy at the local convenience store the following day. Once she had her son, Easter became something that Vidalia enjoyed again. While she rarely attended Sunday mass due to being on the road, she always set the day aside to spend with Kian full of brunch and a visit from the Easter Bunny. It warmed her heart to watch her own child light up the way she had when she was a kid. It was a day filled with happiness, and a break from whatever was going on in the world around them. This year, Easter turned into a terrible day for Vidalia, a reminder of everything she had done wrong in her life as she remained unable to spend it with her son. Instead of Easter goodies and brunch, she found herself downing bottles of wine while eating take out Mexican food on the floor of her living room. The day no longer had meaning, and she was convinced it probably never would again.
