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Jun 2013
When he was first born his
parents looked at him like the
most precious human being, because he
was in their eyes.

When he was five he didn’t like to play
with cars instead he liked fashion.
His parents just thought it was because
he had sisters so, they just brushed it off.

When he was ten he had a
friend his name was Tom.
His parents were relieved he made a
friend since he was alone most of the time
and didn’t like to associate with other people.

Now, standing at the age of seventeen
he told his parent he liked men
and was dating Tom.
He was hoping they would be happy
for them; instead
they looked at him no longer precious
but disgusted.

They blamed him, and asked how he could
do this to their family.

How?

How could a parent blame their child for something they can’t control?
Vivienne Luong
Written by
Vivienne Luong  California
(California)   
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