Prodigal

~2.14~

Once the police came, the man was arrested. My injuries were nothing serious, just enough to need an ice pack.

What hurt worst was the brutal reality that this is what people like me have to face on a daily basis. It’s not okay.

I was touched that my dad would protect me like that. It made me feel like maybe it would be easier for us to move on from this.

I’ll give him credit that he tried to be supportive, but he still really didn’t want me around if he had friends coming over and he didn’t really want to go into public with me, which still really hurt.

Sometimes I tried to put myself in his shoes to understand why this would be difficult for him, but I really couldn’t empathize. If I had a child that was transgender I would support the shit out of them. But, maybe I’m biased.

Dad still said I shouldn’t go on the cover of any magazines, but I finally convinced him to let me do one.

My contract with Target had ended, I technically was an out of work model. But a teen magazine wanted me on the cover of their magazine, and it was so much fun to be back on the set doing photoshoots. It’s what I loved to do.

Sarah was obviously super supportive during the transition, and my friends were as well. However, I hadn’t really spoken to much of my family or even seen them since I started transitioning, and that was really nervous.

“Don’t you think your entire family should meet Emelia before they see her on a magazine cover?” Dad pointed out to me one night.

They have met me. I’m the same person.

But I did see his point. I was so nervous to re-introduce myself to my extended family as Emelia, but it had to be done.

Notes

Writer's block is ended, I have like three more chapters that I wrote just this morning and I finally decided on how to end it! (I'm guesstimating about 7-10 more chapters.)