Wicked is so funny to me because like. Imagine. Just imagine. Your mother is cheating on your father - the mayor - with a snake oil salesman. She falls pregnant. He’s been feeding her melon liqueur on their nights together. She has the baby (you!). But you come out green from the melon liqueur, as opposed to having FAS.
Your father is mad. He is so mad. Not at your mother but at YOU. For being GREEN. So he shuns you and tries for another child. He feeds his wife white flowers, oh my god so many flowers. Morning, noon and night. But instead of coming out “normal” like he thought the baby (your sister) would, she came out disabled and your mother died. AND HE BLAMES YOU FOR IT!!! You, who has hardly even touched this new baby! And he wants to keep you out of school, so obviously he doesn’t hate you if he wants to keep you in his house - he’s just super duper ashamed of you for even existing!
And also, your biological father, the snake oil salesman, HAS BEEN ELECTED PRESIDENT! AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA! AND NOW YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH A SCARECROW AND THE SUBJECT OF A NATIONWIDE MANHUNT ORDERED BY YOUR FATHER!
