
DEDICATED TO: OSCAR'S MOTHER

I have never felt so sad as on this night. I have a mother, but she had no idea about my way. She does not know I am bright. I have never thought to tell her I am gay. [1]
Today, I received a message, "I cannot believe that. I have no words.[2] I am sorry." But that does not mean anything. I did not understand her words.
Some days before, I had called my mother to tell her my story. I knew the story of my mother like the back of my hand.[3] She was born in a historical and cultural city, the Bride of the Sea:[4] Cartagena de Indias. That city was magical[5] and beautiful; however, her home was not beautiful nor magical. She grew up in a traditional family who considered women, Afro, indigenous, and LGBTIQ+ as
worthless citizens. Once, for example, my mother’s cousin was punished because he enjoyed playing with dolls and barbies. Based on that, their family believed that his actions were incorrect or immoral according to the existent stereotypes of the period of time in which they grew up. Therefore, my mother did not know about respect, equality, and freedom.
Unfortunately, my mother could not tell my story as well as I could tell hers because she did not know almost anything. Furthermore, I wanted to end that situation, so I gathered all my courage to send a message in which I told her the truth. At first, she only read my message but without any reply. After hours, she did not reply to me.
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DEDICATED TO: OSCAR'S MOTHER

I have never felt so sad as on this night. I have a mother, but she had no idea about my way. She does not know I am bright. I have never thought to tell her I am gay. [1]
Today, I received a message, "I cannot believe that. I have no words.[2] I am sorry." But that does not mean anything. I did not understand her words.
Some days before, I had called my mother to tell her my story. I knew the story of my mother like the back of my hand.[3] She was born in a historical and cultural city, the Bride of the Sea:[4] Cartagena de Indias. That city was magical[5] and beautiful; however, her home was not beautiful nor magical. She grew up in a traditional family who considered women, Afro, indigenous, and LGBTIQ+ as
worthless citizens. Once, for example, my mother’s cousin was punished because he enjoyed playing with dolls and barbies. Based on that, their family believed that his actions were incorrect or immoral according to the existent stereotypes of the period of time in which they grew up. Therefore, my mother did not know about respect, equality, and freedom.
Unfortunately, my mother could not tell my story as well as I could tell hers because she did not know almost anything. Furthermore, I wanted to end that situation, so I gathered all my courage to send a message in which I told her the truth. At first, she only read my message but without any reply. After hours, she did not reply to me.
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