“Mum, before I go, I have to tell you something.” “What, darling?” she said, her tone changing to concern when she saw my pained expression. It had come to the moment, and it was too much. Why? I looked away. “I don’t think I can actually say it.” “Have you got someone pregnant?” I shook my head, fighting the urge to laugh. Would teenage fatherhood be preferable to this? “Are you gay?” she said as the summer humidity began to fog the windows. “Yes, Mum,” I said. Those two words felt impossibly heavy. She reached over, wrapped me in her arms, and wept. I’ll never forget the feeling of the
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