I already smell the delicious food my mom is cooking when i come through the door.
"I'm baack."
"Welcome back. How was your first day sweetie?"
"As usual."
"Let me gues.. you introduced yourself as Makoto again, right?"
"Well.. you know me the best mom."
"Do you really hate your real name that much?"
"It's not like i hate the name.. it's just.."
"The gender of it?"
I don't say a word after that what she just said.
It's quiet in the kitchen. It's quiet in my head. I don't know what to say.
I look down.
But.. it happened the last thing I expected.
Mom laughed.
"I went through the same phase sweetie. I think there are many young girls like you."Well yeah.. now you know it.
I'm a girl.
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Behind a mask
JugendliteraturHi I'm a boy named Makoto. Actually.. most people think that. Even if this name means truth i hide a big secret behind my mask that i wear.