Transition

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My dad called for me to follow him inside.....

I followed my dad into the small trailer home we lived in, and back to his bedroom. He motioned for my step-mom to stay outside so him and i could talk privatley. I was scared of what he was going to say. I thought he was going to send me away, or ground me, or something....but...he just looked at me with disapointment.

I remember him saying "We thought you were down at the creek, but you were onthe other side of town!?" I could tell he was dissapointed in himself for not noticing his own child had run away. I still said nothing. He reached over to me and pulled my beanie off, seeing my messily chopped hair. "Why?" I looked up at him and began to cry, ashamed of what i had done. I remember thinking 'this is it, this is when i come out'

I sat down on his bed and began picking at the small begar sticks (Bidens Pilosa scientifically) on my clothes. I prepared a shakey breath, "I....i lied to you, Dad. I told you so many things but the truth. Dad, im not your daughter." I remember the conversation word-for-word. He just looked at me, "What?" "Dad, im your son, okay? I've never been your daughter, I've never been you 'princess'....I've been so scared to tell you...i...i just...." this is when i began to cry again.

He took a breath of relief and hugged me. I was so confused. "I thought you had tried to run away because you hated us or something. I've noticed something off about you, but never would have guessed...." he pulled away from me awkwardly and stared at me again. He was accepting of me. Or..i thought...i looked into his eyes...he felt different about me. I could tell...he didn't beleive me, or thought i was lying...or...i feared....maybe he felt he lost a child.....