(Father) And l'm ready for that.

Here's corn bread and collard greens.

And l cooked up those hog maws you like.

Mother, dear, ain't we forgetting somethin'?

No, l'm not. Today is Navin's birthday.

[all exclaiming]

Happy Birthday!

Today is Navin's birthday.

And l cooked you up your favorite meal.

Tuna fish salad on white bread with mayonnaise

a Tab, and a couple of Twinkies.

Here, darlin'.

Gee, Mom, thanks.

You're gonna like that shit, man.

[all laughing]

l got you a present.

Gee, Elvira.

l made it myself.

We got you somethin', too.

A whole half bottle of Lilac Vegetal.

lt's from both of us. Gee.

[chuckling]

l drew you this picture.

Here.

[chuckling]

(Navin) Thank you.

l want you to have my Zippo.

Gee, Dad,

you had this since the war.

Thanks.

[choking] Thanks, everybody.

God bless us, every one.

Navin.

[sniffling]

Well will y! ou pass me the potatoes and the collard greens?

Navin, darlin'?

l'm sorry l spoiled the party, Mom.

Aw, you didn't spoil the party.

Navin, l brought you a Twinkie.

l'm not hungry right now.

You feelin' different again, huh?

lt's like l don't fit in.

lt's like l don't belong here.

[sniffling]

lt's your birthday, and it's time you knew.

Navin, you're not our natural-born child.

l'm not?

You were left on our doorstep.

But we raised you like you were one of us.

You mean l'm gonna stay this color?

[crying]

Navin, l'd love you

if you were the color of a baboon's ass. Come here.