Warning: Strong language.
The wise son, what does he say?
To the wicked son he says:
What the hell is wrong with you?
And the wicked son says:
Literally all I said different was “to you” and he knocked my fucking tooth out. He just doesn’t like me, and I don’t understand why you can’t see that by now.
And the wise son says:
Oh please. We literally do this every year. Tonight is no different.
And the simple son says:
Can you two please stop fighting one time.
And the One Who Does Not Know How To Ask looks very carefully at the matzah crumbs on the table.
The wicked son, what does he say?
To the wise son he says:
I’m going to the clinic. I swear, I’m not doing this again. Fuck you and goodbye.
To the simple son he says:
And to the One Who Does Not Know How To Ask, he touches his shoulder.
The simple son, what does he say?
We’re here to do a seder. Can we please just keep going.
What happened to Dad?
I don’t know. I’ll just take over, it’ll be fine. Avadim Hayinu—
Wait a second. Seriously, what happened? I don’t understand why it got dad so upset.
And the One Who Does Not Know How To Ask looks up.
He said “to you” like he didn’t want to be here. You know what? Fine, he doesn’t have to be here.
But didn’t you say “to you” also?
It was the way he said it.
I didn’t hear it.
The One Who Does Not Know How To Ask has tears on his face.
What does the wise son say to the One Who Does Not Know How To Ask?
Hey, it’s okay. Are you okay?
Just give him some space.
Where did dad go?
And the simple son doesn’t say anything.
And the wise son doesn’t say anything.
And The One Who Does Not Know How To Ask says:
Why are we still letting ourselves by defined by what Dad thinks of us?
And The One Who Does Not Know How To Ask gets up, opens the front door, and says, “Wait.”