You were Leo and Calyso’s transgender son. You were 16.

You were in the noodle aisle.

You were supposed to get spaghetti pasta, not broken, for Nico to make dinner that night.

You had a pronouns pin that said he/they.

You also had dyed hair, it was blue.

A karen came up and shoved you out of the way.

You had recently broken your leg, so you stumbled to the floor.

She scoffed.

“Get up, you’re fine.”