Violet knew what she wanted for her birthday. It wasn't anything she would get, she knew, but it was worth a try. She would act normal, just like any other of her birthdays.
She would wake up, go into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, and find her brother sitting at the table doing something and her father making pancakes. She would tell him "No blueberries, Dad" and making a disgusted look at him. He would chuckle and return to mixing the batter. Violet would act like nothing exciting was going to happen, because she really thought it wasn't that exciting in the first place. And for the rest of the day, she would act surprised at all the nice things they gave her.
Of course, the way her mother was acting lately, she doubted her mother would be there to witness any of it. Violet had to admit that she was happy about this fact, because it was all the more likely she would get her father alone and have a serious talk about the situation between the two of them.
Violet could tell her father was avoiding her. Sure, she was a bit annoyed at him for avoiding her, but he was just scared. Hell, even she was scared. She'd never experienced anything like this boring. It scared her to death almost.
So she would corner him somewhere, possibly tackle him and kiss him for all she was worth, and then they'd just... talk it out. Easy, right? Sure.
Violet hoped so, anyway.