Pride Prisms
I always looked forward to the PFLAG group walking by. It was my favorite group. I felt such love, unconditional love, coming from them. Even though I've never had a problem with my mom, or my dad for that matter, with my being gay, and even though I always knew my mom always loved me, I could tell there were still some times when...well, she didn't know how to deal with it....I guess is the best way to put it. But even when she and I couldn't or wouldn't discuss it, there was always someone, a mom or a dad, in the PFLAG group giving out hugs as they walked along. Hugs or high fives. And I always took them.
Such love.
POLT
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