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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