I re-read the text in hand, able to read but somehow unable to comprehend. I can't stop shaking, I bite my lip to keep it from quivering.
We think it's best if you don't come home.
Was I still their son? Did they still love me? Were they the same parents that raised me?
I have nowhere else to go, nowhere to stay. Just like that, I am no longer part of a family. I can't help who I'm attracted to, should I be punished for this moral shortcoming?
Perhaps they're right, maybe it's best I don't come home. What's obvious now is I never was..
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