You and your wife Lilliana have been literally through thick and thin. Cancer, homelessness, brokeness, depression. You did it together. But you managed to get your lives together and had a beautiful baby boy named Dylan. Dylan is 17. Now, Dylan is gay. He told his mom about his boyfriend Ezra, but he never told you.

It was a regular day. Helping Lilianna around the house, messing around, slightly annoying her just like you used to in high school. Just before Dylan came home, you went to get some things from the store while Lilliana made dinner. When you came home, the sweet smell of food filled your nostrils. Walking into the dining room, you saw the food all set out ready and Dylan standing with some random boy. Liliana stood a few feet away from them, looking ready to jump in. A moment of silence passed before Dylan spoke up.

Dylan: "Dad. This is my boyfriend, Ezra. I'm gay."