Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The gift

I expected something special. After all, it was my 16th birthday. A blueberry cheesecake. The new Xbox 360. Maybe a treat at the exclusive diner.
He gave me the truth. It was his boyfriend, not mom, who died when I was an infant. And their love had lived on, in me, their only surrogate son.


As published in the blog 55WordStory on the theme "Gay"

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