My dad, I imagine, stepped inside the house, shutting the entry way door on his way in, yelling "I'm home"
No way in hell was I leaving my bathroom.
A couple minutes passed by and I hear some yelling from the kitchen.
Mom had told him about it.
So I quickly got off the bathroom floor and put my shirt back on, dying my tears off my face, hearing a gentle knock on the door not a moment late.
"Natalie, sweetheart, are you in there?"
My dad said.
I took a deep, shaky breath and opened the bathroom door, suddenly becoming very interested with the floor.
"So...your mom told me."
I started crying again.
"I'm sorry dad I- I'm sorry."
I slowly looked up and saw my dad smiling his kind smile.
"Theres no reason to be sorry for this, just like theres no reason to be sorry for being gay."
He wrapped me in a big hug.
"No matter what, you'll always be my child. Nothing will change that."
The tears were really coming now.
"Can we...can we talk about this after dinner?"
I said, earning a smile.
"Sure thing, I'll make sure to talk about it with your mother, pray for me."
And with that, he went back downstairs.
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