Hi. I remember sitting down at the kitchen table years ago. My mom, my sister and my father were already there. Mom was shaking and fighting back tears; I knew something big was up.
It's funny how you remember small details during times like these. I remember the lavender dress my sister wore and the white vase of lilacs on the buffet table.
My dad started speaking, "I have something to say to you guys." He explained he had always been gay, even before he met mom. He had "a very special man" he cared for very much and he and mom were getting a divorce.
Mom and sis started crying. They couldn't control it. Acting like a jaded, nonchalant teenager, I shrugged my shoulders and pretended not to care. But when I got to my bedroom I began to sob. I think I sobbed all day.
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> Heard such a history of Sam sob forever. I think that you compose them with this for communications of laughing in inside the community of Bowie. I think it's tosh complete of Sam!
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