MOM AND DAD
You've always told me to be honest. I know that. I know how bad it hurts you when I lie to you. But sometimes I wonder, is the truth something you really want to hear? Or will it hurt you more than the lies?
Which is worse--knowing or not knowing? You can never know until you do know. But, to me, it's worse if you do know.
The reason I haven't ever told you this is not because I'm ashamed, but because I fear your reaction. Will you yell? Cry? Kick me out? Hit me? Or worse, will you simply never accept me? Will I be an alien in my own home forever? These are the things of which I am afraid.
It started in fifth grade. One of my friends, a girl named Tracy, was the cause of my discovering it, though she was not the cause of the actual deed.
When I was around Tracy, my worries were momentarily lifted. I did everything in my power to make her laugh, to make her smile. When she cried, I felt like crying, too. And when she was angry with me, the only thing that mattered in the wor