There was a tense atmosphere at the family table, such that you could cut with a knife. Zachary didn't like it, there had been such tension since he told his parents that he was gay. The fork in his hand gently moves the vegetables around the plate, he has no appetite at all. His gaze rises with an effort to his parents, his mother, who reacted to the news quite calmly and talked about her own as if nothing had happened. Zachary was grateful to her for that, for being by his side. But Zachary still doesn't have the strength to look at his father. His father's words still ring in his head: "I don't need a gay son", said in his coming out two days ago. Johan, in turn, did not pay much attention to his son, occasionally casting disapproving glances at Zachary. It was good that his unborn sister could not condemn him, it gave at least some hope to Zachary. "By the way, I have a baseball game next week, will both of you come?" Zachary finds the strength to ask a question, hoping to dilute the atmosphere at the table.