[That's not a particularly funny statement, but she nervously laughs because it feels awkward that she's said anything and she isn't sure how to fix it. There isn't any putting a bandaid on the way your parents mess you up. So she quietly finishes the cheesecake, and doesn't say anything for a minute or so.]

For a while I wanted to go back and see my parents. But I'm not so sure I do anymore. It's not like I can confront them in my own time, they buried me. It would be too messed up. And I can't go back in the past and warn them not to be awful, because if I do, that would probably mean I wouldn't ever meet you.

[And there's not a chance of that happening. She won't let it.]

But you know what? I think maybe I'd probably hit my dad right in the nose too. And my mom in her mouth.