"Your father's greatest fear concerning you would be that you would turn out to be like... him." Victoria admitted, with her slender hands cupped in front of her chest, as if to put them over her mouth, but could not.
My mind breathed a sigh of relief. I could have sworn that the last word of her sentence was sure to be, "gay."
Gay, by definition, is someone lighthearted. And that I was, I felt. But I blossomed into a beautiful boy much sooner that anyone would hope, and that boy learned the real definition of being labeled "gay," really fast and really harshly!
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