I am cooking when my 5 year old grandchild hurriedly run towards me
"Who is she grandmommy? She is so beautiful" she ask and admiration is evident on her eyes
She is holding and old photo. I am surprised by that.
"Where did you get that sweety"
"I found it on your room. Sorry for going there grandmommy"
"It's okay sweety" I smile at her
She manage to sit on the chair in the kitchen while I continue cooking
"She's my daughter"
"Oh, she's mommy's sister. She's my aunt!" she excitedly said but frown afterwards
"But I didn't see her. Where is she grandmommy?"
"You know, she was my first born. My and your grandaddy were very happy to have her. She grow up very beautiful. She was kind, respectful, playful, loving and every parents would love to have a daughter like her." I pause and look at my grandchild who's attention are all in me
"She's smart and never disappoint us. Then one day, she told us that she wants to talk to us, that she wants to confess something." I almost cry as I remember that day
"We we're confused on what is all about, she sat in front while her hands we're gripping at her dress. And told us that
she's gay."
I sit beside my grandchild and her eyes are looking at the picture of my daughter. My daughter, it's been so long calling her that.
"And then what happened grandmommy?"
"We disowned her"
