Mom.

I’m in a room with my brother after my cousin is saying that trans people aren’t real and I’m trying to calm him down.

Mom.

You come in and start yelling at him because he wants you to call him Peter.

Mom.

You say “I didn’t raise a boy.”

Mom.

You storm out of the room because you are so disappointed.

Mom.

You scar your other son into never wanting to tell you anything about his life.

Mom.

This is why you don’t know who I really am.

Mom.

This is why you don’t know I’m gay.