Someone’s Getting Their Just Desserts

CONTENT WARNING: Violence, Injury Detail

I was a young kid the year my dad was diagnosed with diabetes, so no delicious pie and treats for him at the big family gatherings. My dad’s brother (my uncle) makes awesome pies and is a huge troll, like HUGE.

He comes over with a pumpkin, apple, cherry, and blueberry pie for the next family gathering:

Uncle: “These are all for [Dad]!”

Dad: “Oh f*** off!”

Uncle: “Try one! They’re extra good this year!”

My uncle just keeps teasing him all day. When we’re seated for the meal:

Dad: “Can you pass me the potato?”

My uncle, of course, passes him pie.

My dad gets up, walks over to my uncle, and punches him right in the face, breaking his nose. He’s on the floor, bleeding, shouting for help. My mom, sitting near him, leans over and offers him pie.

That was the last time I saw him for a whole decade.