His throat felt like he hadn’t had water to drink in days.
“Let’s share the Grace,” his mother said from where she’d been kneeling throughout the family devotion.
Everyone else mumbled the words in as much unison as they could.
“Good night and sweet dreams.”
He watched his sister stand to go to her room.
“Yes? Ki lo Fe? What do you want?” his father asked, clearly wondering why he wasn’t running to his room like he did every night after the devotion.
This is it now, he thought to himself. There is no turning back.
He steeled his spine and let out a shaky breath, staring into the unsuspecting eyes of his parents.
“Mum, Dad, there’s something I have to tell you.”
His hands started sweating again. His heart thudded in his chest and he feared it might burst out.
“Yes? Get on with it,” his mother said as she picked up her Bible, preparing to head to her room.
He flicked his tongue out over his lips, hugging himself as he prepared for the worst.
“I like boys.”
The Bible fell.
Written by Sati My’kel