You sat nervously in the living room, staring at your knees as your parents looked at you with curiosity. Third day of Pride, and you decided to come out. Your mother spoke up softly

"Hey, sweetie, you can tell us anything.. We won't be mad.."

And you knew she was right. You had a gay friend over once, and they were the most welcoming parents your friend had saw, not including their own parents. Your dad nodded in agreement, sitting beside your mother as he crossed his arms. They both shared a concerned look — what were you wanting to say?