"I am gay."
there. she said it. oxygen wasn't necessary during those 10 seconds of silence. but silence was all she needed at that moment. she looked up and took a glance at her mother's face, then her father's. regret is a devastating thing, i tell you. once it hits, it hits hard. the father is enraged. the mother breaks down crying. "But...honey, what about Jesus?" Jesus. her Father, her Savior, the person who was and has been the very foundation of her whole entire life. what would He think of her? "Straight to your bedroom. Now." no, father. straight to hell. i am going to hell.
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