A father woke up one night to the sound of stirring. He left his room curiously as he followed the noise to his daughters room. Through a small crack in the door he saw his daughter applying make-up, her hand delicately tracing over her eyelashes as she fixed her mascara before gently powdering her cheeks. She was dressed in a short black dress with no shoes,
‘Hmpf.’ the father thought, ‘She’s going partying again, sneaking out late at night, typical...’ Yet he continued to watch her. She finished with the make up and gracefully picked up a silver bracelet, locking it onto her wrist. The father waited for her to leave the room so he could pounce on her, grounding her for sneaking out so late. Instead the girl pulled out her laptop, her fingers clinking against the keyboard as he saw her smile, this was the first time she had smiled in a while.
“Hey.” She said to the screen, her eyes filled with happiness and love.
“Hello..” an awful voice replied back. The father continued to watch and listen. After a few hours of talking the girl waved goodbye and closed the laptop, sliding it back under her bed and turning her light off. She lied down and went to sleep, leaving the father thinking. She was not partying, but talking to her girlfriend that was abused, and who was now in hospital, for being a lesbian, a queer, a gay.. whatever you would prefer to call it. The father took this thought back to his room where he stood, looking at the many photo’s on his eldest daughter. She wasn’t any different than the rest of everyone he knew... But why would such a dreadful fate be laid upon a girl she knew? A girl she loved?
Yes, why?
There’s nothing wrong with being gay.
End the hate....
