My dad was the first to look up, probably hoping I had some news about football.
"I'm gay," I mumbled.
My mother looked up from her plate. Surprisingly, she didn't look shocked. Instead, she gave me a small nod before returning her attention to me.
I frowned slightly. Did she already know?
"So when Benji said you were seeing that boy, was he your boyfriend?" my dad asked.
"Yes." I nodded confidently.
"This is f*****g disgusting! What the hell has gotten into you? Whatever or whoever is corrupting your mind, you need to get rid of it. Immediately!"
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my emotions under control.
"There's nothing corrupting my mind, Father. And if you don't accept me, that's your problem. Mom?"
"I accept you, son," she whispered.
I looked at her, feeling some of the te
