Unrequited

11

That night, Pooh sat at the dinner table with his family, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in his stomach. The news of Captain Pavel calling him still made his heart flutter, but he knew he had something important to share with his parents. As they passed dishes around, Pooh took a deep breath, deciding it was time to speak up.

"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you," Pooh began, his voice steady but anxious.

His mother looked up, concern etched on her face. "What is it, Pooh?"

Pooh took another deep breath. "I'm gay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with determination.

For a moment, there was silence. His father's face turned red, and he slammed his fork down onto the table, making the dishes clatter. "What did you just say?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger.

"I'm gay, Dad," Pooh repeated, his voice stronger this time, though his hands were trembling.

His father stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I can't believe this," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Without another word, he stormed out of the dining room, leaving an uncomfortable silence in his wake.

Pooh's mother reached out and placed a comforting hand on his. "It's okay, Pooh," she said softly, her eyes full of empathy. "Give your father some time. He just needs to process this."

Pooh nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. He looked down at his plate, suddenly losing his appetite. The excitement of the day had been overshadowed by his father's reaction, but he knew he had to stand by his truth.

"Thanks, Mom," Pooh said quietly, appreciating her support.

His mother squeezed his hand gently. "I love you no matter what," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "And I'm proud of you for being honest."

Pooh managed a small smile, feeling a bit of relief despite the tension. He knew it would take time, but he hoped that one day his father would come to understand and accept him for who he truly was. Until then, he would hold onto the moments of support and love from those who cared about him.