My mother is upset; I comfort her. My father is angry; I calm him. My youngest sister is scared; I calmly comfort her.
I tell my mother: I am bisexual; She tries to beat it out of me. I tell my father: I cut myself; He yells and screams til my ears bleed. I tell my middle sister: I am broken; She hugs me and says, Thatβs alright.
This is about how my parents and youngest sister, Carli, treat me like **** even when i care for them. But its also about how my younger sister, Destiny (older than Carli), treats me as an equal.