AN: Don't own OUAT.
Damn this evil show for keeping me in its thrall.
It's your birthday again. You remember another birthday, in a darker and more painful time.
There was pie.
It's simple to find the house with magic. You take a breath, then knock.
The girl (woman, now) opens the door. Eyes widen as she sees you. "Your Ma—"
"Regina," you cut her off, though not harshly. Another breath. "Thank you. For the pie…all those years ago."
She looks shocked. You keep going. "I know it was out of fear—"
"No. Not fear. Just…." One shoulder lifts. "Wanted to help."
"Nobody could have helped me."
She smiles, sad. "I know."