3 Micro-stories about 3 LGBTQ children

It is my birthday. I am five. Mommy throws a big party for me. No one comes. I eat my cake in one of the corners of our living room — tears fall. I don’t care, anymore. I don’t care. Mommy says she’ll always love me — she’ll always be there. I know the love of my mommy. I don’t of anyone else. I want to. I really, really want to. Right now would be a good time.
I cherish this picture of my brother and me. It was so long ago. We were inseparable. I remember the day I told him I was bisexual just like it was yesterday. The look on his face crushed me — the words that left his mouth soon after will always haunt me . . . “You’re no sister of mine.” It is a reminder of the love I had and the love I lost. I didn’t know one’s heart could break more than once. And now, I know.

I am “It” to people. “Is it a boy?” or “Is it a girl?” No one thinks about me as a person. My family is ashamed of me. I hate feeling what I feel, but I feel what I feel, and I can’t stop it. I love my sister’s clothes. I love my mother’s dresses. I like having my hair teased and feathered. My brother kicked me in my stomach the other day — that was followed by a swift punch to my nose. I’m gaining thick skin from all of this — thick skin. It’s the reason I can still smile.
“Young people who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, or questioning (LGBTQ) enter the child welfare system for reasons similar to those of other children and youth — that is, their birth families cannot provide a safe, stable, and nurturing home. In some cases, families reject, neglect, or abuse young people when they learn that they identify as LGBT or are questioning their romantic/sexual orientation or gender identity. According to one study,1 about 26 percent of LGBT 2 youth are forced from their homes because of conflicts with their families of origin over sexual orientation or gender identity. Physical violence is also a concern for LGBTQ youth.” —Youth.gov
Author’s Note: We must come together as one — if not for ourselves, for the children of this world. They need us. But we are often too blind to see this. I pray this will change one day soon.
It’s ok to be yourself. Fighting 🙂
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Exactly. It surely is.
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I’d also like to add that homelessness is a big issue for this population (because of the reasons stated in the citation). At some point, I hope we’ll all lead with more love and understanding.
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You are exactly right, Kathy. And, I hope we will too.
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Such stories remind us not everyone is fortunate enough to experience unconditional love.
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Amen. The pertinence of this truth pains me. Thank you for reading.
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Love is Love. Folks can either catch up or get left behind. I pray for all children that feel like they are understood. Just not fair and breaks my heart.
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Breaks mine too, Bella. It truly does.
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These tales are soul-crushingly sad. It’s such a shame that at this point in our history these things are still an issue. Everyone has worth; everyone deserves to love and be loved. I dream of a world where everyone is accepted and can be who they are without living in fear. I don’t know if I’ll ever see it. I hope I do. Thanks for these stories, trE.
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I dream of the same world, Mike. Thank you so much for reading and responding. Peace.
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Every life is precious, and the experience of being here so personal, real and valid. The world does need us to come together. Your stories bring good awareness and feeling, it is how you write so beautifully.
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Thank you kindly, Pragal.
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You are very welcome dear trE.
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❤️❤️🏳️🌈
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This is so hard for me to understand, regarding your brother’s behavior, trE – I just don’t get it, honestly… I mean, who cares???
Do you mind if I ask why nobody came to your fifth bday party? I don’t [quite] understand how that fits in with the second and third stories…
❤
David
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These are microfiction pieces, David.
Thankfully, my family (all my brothers & my sister) accept me for who I am. I’m grateful for that.
But there are many children who do not have that–who will probably grow up to adult age, and never have that. I wanted to write about them. Stories that are out there, but not necessarily connected to me. 💜
The little boy who didn’t have anyone attend his birthday party is sort of like “the odd ball out” , knowing he’s different, but not yet putting words to it. Of course, children (bullies, in particular, pick up on that). He’s alone with his feelings, his changes, his mother–the only one around to love him for exactly who he is.
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ah… I’m glad it wasn’t you ~ but I agree… 😦
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🙏🏾
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I love people for who they are, not what they are. The derivation of the word prejudice says it all – in advance judgement.
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Peace, Peter. I really wish that could be a universal and infinite thing: “Loving people for who they are and not what they are.”
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Maybe……..one day. 🤗
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Maybe.
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Everyone is worthwhile, no matter what!
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Exactly. Exactly.
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