"Alright Daffodil, hurry now". A woman with a large coat beckoned me. My mother was that woman, and I'm Daffodil. God, I hated that name. Daffodil. Who would name their only child that? Oh, that's right, my mother. My mother has just decided to leave the house on an outing. I hated that, but I proceeded nonetheless. "It's Davey". I said bitterly, shrugging on my dad's large black coat. It was the warmest by far, and the only one that covered my neck. "That's absurd, Daffodil. You have a gifted name, sweetheart, use it!" My mother used this annoying, posh accent for everything. It sounded like she thought she was smart. I ignored that with a snarky huff and opened the door. Our house was small, but this door was double sided. No idea who came up with that. My mother tilted her head and opened her own side, before grabbing my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "You seem off hon, whatever is the matter?" She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I was mad, and she knew why. She pretended not to. But, I smiled and sharply inhaled before saying, "It's fine, Mom. I'm just tired". She nodded and headed to our car. It was a Volkswagen beetle, a blue one. I loved it, but she hated it. My dad loves it too. Before entering the car, I rushed inside to get something. She knew this, so there was no running off. I opened the door quickly, rushing to the kitchen. I grabbed a small flip phone, the only phone I was allowed to have. I stopped and looked at it. Damn. I wish I didn't tell her, maybe my cell phone would be mine still. I knew I couldn't reverse it. I just wish I knew she didn't want this. For her daughter to be a freak, a monster. I'm not, I know that. Right? I sighed and slowly walked over to the door. Maybe if she never knew. If she never knew I was gay.