9 years old

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"Hey dad?"

...

"Dad?"

...

"DAD!"

He looked up from his computer, startled. He looked around and saw me. He chuckled and smiled at me.

"Hey kiddo! What's up?" he asked.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Okay, go ahead."

I shuffled my feet and looked down at my hands.

"Ummm, I think I like a boy."

"Oh!... Oh-kaayy." He seemed scared or something. "Do I know this boy?" He was acting all nervous.

"Yeah, he was in the play. He played Mr Duncan." His nervousness worried me.

"Oh yeah, he was pretty good... Welp, if you want advice, I'd say just try to be friends with him." He wasn't nervous anymore.

"Okay! Thanks Dad."

I hugged him ran off to tell Mom.

My dad is weird.

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