It seemed so long ago.. but it still felt recent. The day I wished never happened. The day I hated most remembering. The day mom left me..
It was a sunny day, with big fluffy-looking clouds. That day was the day where I was going to come out.. to my mom
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Oh how I regretted that.
She screamed at me, yelled at me, boys can't love other boys. That I would go to hell, that I'm a sinner, that I'm supposed to be with a girl. She packed my things and kicked me out, in her words, "No kid of mine will be gay under my roof, you dirty sinner!" Harsh, wasn't it?
Thalia wasn't there, she was hanging out with friends. At first she was confused on why I wasn't home, I made up a excuse that me and mom agreed for me to experience the life of living alone and paying my own bills and having a part-time job so I would know what to do when I graduate. She bought it, she helps me around. I'm grateful for her.
From that day forward, I sweared to myself I wouldn't make the same mistake again..
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Or everyone that I care and love for will leave me... because who would love a, "dirty sinner"?
No one..
