"If it's about Angel, let's sit down first, and then I will tell you all about it. Oh, before I forget—Mom, Dad, this is Rachel, my girlfriend," I said, with a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me as I introduced her to my parents. The tension in my chest swelled as I watched my parents' reactions unfold.
My mom’s brows furrowed slightly, a clear sign of her concern, and I could see curiosity glimmering in her eyes as she searched for answers. "So what Angel said was true?" she probed, her voice a mixture of maternal worry and probing inquiry.
"Mom, let me finish first," I replied, wanting to lay everything out clearly and without interruption. I felt a pressing need to clear the air, to ensure my parents understood the truth without any misconceptions clouding their judgment
