Glen
I wished I could have found a way to make it easy on both of us, but I knew there was nothing I could do except doing the right thing.
Seeing both my parents carry on like it was any other day, made me lose my resolve. When I looked at him, eating popcorn while Mom leaned on his arm, I couldn't help but think about how peaceful he seemed.
As I sat in the same room as my father, the weight of my secret grew heavier with each passing second. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with anticipation. I took a deep breath, mustering all the courage I could find within myself.
"Dad," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you, something that's been weighing heavily on my chest."
My father turned to face me, his gaze filled with concern. "What is it,
