A Mother's Love
I stared at the photo. She loved that park. I remember buying pretty dresses in the early years. She refused to wear them. Definitely a tomboy. I came to accept she wasn’t a girlie girl. But who knew?
The teen years aroused my suspicions. Was she a lesbian? She was popular with both boys and girls but never dated, studied hard, won a scholarship to university. I was proud. But this?
She told me a week ago and I’ve been crying for days. Initially, for me. But this is about her ... him. Transgendered. Hormones. Surgery.
I carried my child for nine months, nurtured her, raised her ... him as a single mom. Now the tears are for him and what he’ll face.
I heard the door open. I stood. “Mom?” He entered the room and into my outstretched arms.
“You’re still mine,” I said.
Together, we cried.
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