oneofyourgurls
"About Olo," she said. Olo - my truth, my identity, my secret. "I don't know. Dad has been really busy lately, and I'll tell him when I'm ready and when he's ready to listen," I explained. Our conversation continued, interrupted only by the vibration of my phone. I quickly checked and saw that it was my dad. "Come down," his text read. "Dad wants to see us," I sighed out loud, rising from my seat and leading the way.
My dad leaned against the counter, his head hanging low. As I reached the bottom step, he lifted his head and locked eyes with me. "What?"
"You're gay?"