By Victoria Gray
“You’re not my daughter anymore.“
Those words hurt so much. I begged her not to leave me.
“But, mom, I’m still the same person!” I yelled.
She didn’t care; she didn’t understand why I couldn’t be with a man, how I could claim to be in love with a girl. She said I had always been weird, but this was just too weird for her to handle. How could she ever tell my grandparents?
How could I do this to her? How could I steal her unborn grandchildren from her?
I was crushed. I had left home...