When I die (if my parents don't know) remember to weigh me judiciously with authorial intent.
Don't let my father go to the front and tell everyone what a good daddy's girl I was how I loved fishing with him and wore my camo pants like a champ. I was 2. I didn't know better.
Don't let my mother's lip tremble or let her say how much my writing made her cry how I spent my evenings worshiping textbooks and typing til 2 am for large red A's on my papers. I was worshiping the body and mind of a guy who never wanted me back.
Don't let my father see my body the tattoo next to my left hip bone the one I got my freshman year because why the **** not.
Don't let my mother see my face the rings in my lip and nose and ears because they told me only ***** had those and I wanted to see if they were right.
Don't let my father tell stories afterwards all my achievements and awards every 100% I ever gave. He never told them to me. He only has pride in the dead.
Don't let my mother tell stories afterwards because she'll get them right but tell them wrong. She'll either laugh or cry halfway through and I don't know which is worse.
Don't let my father sing the hymns or even say how much he loved hearing my voice. I could never hear myself over him.
Don't let my mother lament that I never sang for her she knew why she married him.
Don't let them tell you how I was a good Catholic girl who always went to mass and prayed the rosary on roadtrips and never ate meat on Fridays during Lent (not even on accident). I stopped going to mass after freshman year and never prayed while driving and made it a point to eat as much meat as I possibly ******* could.
Don't let them tell you how I was a good sister how excited I was when she was born so helpful and caring. She never fell off the bed when she was little. I kicked her.
But especially don't let them trick you into thinking I was perfect. I do not want to be canonized by my parents who knew so little and saw even less because I hid myself away so they wouldn't be disappointed.
In fact, don't let them come at all. They'll be mourning the wrong girl.
intentional fallacy (n): in literary criticism, a fallacy involving assessment of a literary work based on the author's intended meaning rather than the actual response to the work