Yin's Story

9

"Spring what's faggot mean?" I ask.

He almost drops the bucket of water he's carrying.

"Where did you hear that word from?"

"The boys from earlier called you a faggot."

"Fucking bastards!" He curses quietly.

"What does it mean Spring?"

He sets the bucket of water down on the floor of the laundry room and sighs.

"It's a very bad thing to call someone like me."

"Then why would they call you that if its bad?" I ask.

"Because I'm a gay kid. Some people are okay with us and others aren't. That...word is very offensive to us." He explains. He turns away from me getting back to work. He's trying to avoid the subject.

"I don't really care that you're gay Spring..."

He slowly turns to me.

"You're a person too and that's all that matters..."

He smiles.

"You're too pure for this world kid." He says.

"That's how my parents raised me."

"Well, they raised you right! Tell me about them..."

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about your mother." He says.

"My mom was beautiful. My father always referred to as an angel."

"What did she look like?" He asks.

"She had long white hair that she'd always keep in a bun. Her eyes were this beautiful shade of green. She was always very simple. She wouldn't wear anything flashy or anything that was in style at the moment. She always wore simple things. Like a plain white short dress with white heels."

"She sounds amazing." He replies.

"She was! She liked doing things on her own. She liked dancing and cooking. I'd always see her slow dancing with my father."
"Tell me about your dad."

"My father was a handsome man. He had light blue hair and dark blue eyes. He always wore a tuxedo."

"A tuxedo?" Spring asks.

"He was a businessman. He was the CEO of a company. I don't remember the name of the company. He always had important people coming in and out. But..."

Tears prick the corners of my eyes.

"B-But he always made time for us. He loved us very much."

Tears roll down my cheeks.

"H-he used to tell us every night how much he l-loved us..."

I can't stop the tears from coming. Spring hugs me again.

"I miss them so much Spring!" I cry into his sweater.

"I know kid. I know. It's gonna be alright."

"You promise?" I ask.

"I promise."