Right now, as she sits alone at the table, holding her half-eaten doughnut, Mari does not know about the confusion over the schedule. All she knows is that everything is wrong. Today is her first birthday without her mother, and now her father is not here, either. Her face, dusty with powder from the doughnut, crumples and dissolves into a dark cloud. Her eyes fill.
Tears stream down and down.
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