"When your father and I first found out… were we worried? Yes. Did we think you might grow out of it? Yes. Did we hope you'd turn out to be straight? Yes."
Chris flinched slightly, but she reached over and took his hand before he could retreat into himself. "But," she continued, her voice steady, "could we do anything about it? No. And more importantly, did it change how much we love you? Never."
He swallowed, gripping her hand. "But you were worried."
She smiled faintly. "Because love, for people like us, is rare. It's often arranged or done for convenience. But your father and I were lucky. We found love in each other. And more than anything, we wanted you to experience that too. To find someone who makes you happy, who understands you, who stands by you. Whether it's a boy or a girl doesn't matter. What matters is that you don't settle for anything less than love."
