(Harrys pov)
It all started when I was a young boy. I was a flower boy at my uncles' wedding. Then I saw her. She was so beautiful. I wonder, if I had ignored those feelings, would I have been normal? Would I be like everyone else? Probably. But, the thing is, I didn't ignore those feelings. And I'm not normal. And I will never be like anyone else. Those feelings just grew, and grew, and grew. And I don't know of I'll be able to fight them for much longer. My mothers would be mad. Some people have fathers, and some people have mothers. I have mothers. My mom tells me to sign up fo thetre or art or something. But I'm more into sports.
"Isn't sports for girls?" Gemma snickered when I told my mothers at the dinner table.
"No son of mine is going to be playing sports." my mother Robyn yelled as she slammed her fist down on the table.
"He's just experimenting." my mother Anne said.
"It's ok" I spoke up not wanting to cause an argument.
My mothers really didnt argue and I wanted it to stay that way.
"I guess I could be good at art." I shrugged picking up some broccoli and eating it.
"That a'boy" my mom said patting me on the back.
All I could think was, *act normal, act normal*
But truth be told, I wasn't normal.

Notes

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