I hadn't been able to understand the situation of my family until a couple years ago. That was when I was around 9, still trying to comprehend why my friends had a man and woman as their parents. I thought about my two dads. It never occured to me that they were gay. It never occurred to me that it wasn't usual for a man to love another man. As I grew older, I went through numerous health and family life classes. I finally learned what the word "homosexual" meant; I realized that my dads were "homosexuals". It was no wonder now that my friends looked at my dads weirdly, when they were holding hands on top of the kitchen table and talking. They looked at them with confusion when they were sweetly cooking dinner together or snuggling on the couch and watching a movie.

Now I'm 17. All my friends know that I have two dads. And they're okay with it. And I am too.


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