Feelings are the invisible threads that weave through every moment of our lives, shaping how we perceive the world and ourselves. They can be as simple as a fleeting smile sparked by joy, or as complex as the storm of jealousy and guilt that simmers...
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Dog Park
Been back at work for three weeks, and I will never mess up again. I spent two weeks doing nothing but walking the boys and visiting my dad.
"How was homecoming?" I asked Jamie.
"It was nice, I still have some of the money you gave me, I ended up buying a cheaper dress, and wore my real hair like you said."
"Well good, see you are beautiful sis, nothing wrong with weaves and wigs, your real hair is beautiful."
"You are a good big sister."
"Of course," I said.
"How did you know that you were you know?"
"What do you mean? Transgender?" I asked.
"Yeah, but not that like that you liked girls. I mean you were a boy, so you always liked girls?" She asked.
"I see, I have always liked women. But I felt not right when I was maybe five at first. Like something was wrong with me, I felt weird in my skin as a boy," I told her.
"How did you know that you wanted to be a woman?"
"People make it this big drawn out answer, and it's like...for example...I like Coca Cola, versus Pepsi. I felt more at ease and more home, like this. More comfortable, more me."
"I think I like girls, and I don't know how to tell dad and mom, I told our stepmother Sam, but she told me to tell our father, and that she wouldn't."
"Okay, as for dad..well look at me. He loves me," I joked and she smiled.
"Yeah, but both of his girls? Now likes girls? I'm sure he wants to have grandbabies."
"Whose to say he won't? We all are able to have kids if we wanted, but not you you can wait, until after college."
"And mom?" She asked.
"Baby sis, I..I don't have an answer for that one. She doesn't accept me, you can tell her but I am not sure if the outcome will be the same or not. I'm sorry," I said.
"I know, thank you." She said.
"Of course, if you want to talk again, just call me okay?"
"I will," she said.
"Now let's get you home, you want me to get you some food?"
