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I have been conditioned to believe that young hearts are not able to feel real love for a person. Especially for a person of the same gender or sex. They told me to focus on school and jobs. That love is for the future when you had money and everything you needed. But for me, the only thing I needed was someone to love and for them to love me back.
My mother was the person who showed me what love really was. She showed it with everything she did. Her and my father never cared if they showed their love in public or showed it off to past exes. They would dance around the kitchen and kiss whenever they felt like it. They were - in my eyes - the definition of love.
The only problem was that she taught me her beliefs in love. She taught me if I loved someone who is the same gender or sex as me, I was a sin to myself and the family. I was 8 at the time, so I believed her. She was my mother and she always told me she would tell the truth. But she also said she would love me no matter what I did. So I was also as confused as a chameleon in a bag of Skittles.
My father was the same way, only he didn’t care as much as my mom. He agreed with her and went back to his work.
That’s how my life was. Until I was 14. Me, my brother Kyle, my sister Hazel and my dad Jackson went to the beach for an evening picnic. My siblings and I started a game of tag and soon our parents joined in. We were laughing and having fun. We were a family. Until my younger sister heard “fireworks”. She ran up the rocks to the roadside. My mother ran after her knowing that the sound was not fireworks. My father ordered me and my brother to stay back with him even though he was the one we should have been ordering to stay back. He was shaky and jittery and wanting to run to his wife and help her, but he needed to help us more. Because he knew what was going on before we did.
We stood there for what seemed like hours but was just seconds. Sweat starting to form on my hands and forehead as I wait impatiently for my mother and sister to come back and tell us everything was fine.
Then we heard another “firework” go off. Everything after that was a blur. The sound of the sea washing away the footprints of the people walking along the beach moments before was all I could hear. All I could see was the flock of people running towards my mother and sister, whom I could no longer see.