Prodigal

~2.4~

“Happy Saturday!” Sarah said as she waltzed into my house at around 7PM.

“Right back at you!” I said.

“Hi Sarah.” Dad said as he walked into the entryway.

“Hi Uncle Luke.” Sarah said back.

“I’ll be back before 1 AM.” Dad said to me. “You kids have fun, be safe.” He said as he left.

“Where’s your dad going?” Sarah asked.

“Out with his old bandmates.” I said. “They’re going to spend a Saturday night the way they always used to do it, lots of beer and a rocking out to their hits of 2016.”

It was a fairly warm evening, so Sarah and I decided to go swimming. Afterwards, we ordered some pizza and started watching a movie.

I was trying to build up the courage to tell her that I thought I was transgender. I realized that being alone, and the fact that I knew I could tell Sarah anything, this was the perfect time to do it.

“Sarah,” I said, pausing the movie.

“What’s up?” She asked.

“I have to say something, and it’s really hard to say.”

“If you’re going to say you’re gay everyone’s going to be totally cool, Emmett.” Sarah said.

“It’s harder to say than that.” I explained.

“Oh my God. Did you murder someone?”

I let out a forced laugh, even thought I was not at all in the laughing mood. “I think I’m… I’m…”

“Oh my God just say it!” Sarah exclaimed.

“I think I’m transgender.”

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