More than two decades ago, I was born from the loving warmth of my parents and unconditional concern of my entire clan. A girl was born, I was born. I can imagine the amazed smile of my mom as she caressed me with those callused hands and the triumphant laugh of my father as he took me in his bare bony chest.
             I grew up with a Christian dignity in me. I knew the bible by heart when I was twelve years old. Those who have seen me sees a girl of jubilant joy from the Lord, somebody sinless, spotlessly clean. A girl of bravery to follow the steps of Christ and carry the cross on her own. I extended every help I could and muster every courage I can, but I know myself within, more than they knew me.
             Behind the back of every nosy neighbors, I am the most human that ever stepped in this unimaginable world. I tasted my first sticks of cigarettes and tried a gallon of beer and hard alcohol. I cheat in school, I go on dates without my parents' knowledge and I cut classes. Sometimes I lie, sometimes I am naughty. Wait? Are you telling me that all these are normal for a person like me? Really? How understanding can you be?
             To tell you, I believe and live with the values of Christianity. I should sin less and devote my self to my Creator. If these are normal, is loving a person of the same sex normal? Should you agree? Please don't raise eyebrows on me! I loved and was loved by a girl.
             She is a lesbian since childhood and I am a normal woman in adulthood. We started out as friends since we work together in the same company. She is certainly good looking, fair complexioned and petite and wears her short hair gracefully with rimmed eyes and pouting lips. We became close and whoa! We opened up. She told me her distracted life, being alone and unloved. I told her about my insecurities and limitations. We had lunch and went out. And just one night I realized I never stopped imagining her, her contours, her face, her lips and warmth. Morbid
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