Every story is unique. Here is just one.
“She said she needed to talk to me and I followed her to my room. She started talking in a tone that was forced calm, measured calm, scary calm…
‘This letter is from your brother and you know what it says?’ she asked. I shook my head.
‘Do you know what he is?’ she said. The scary calm was fading, now she was just scary. ‘He’s gay.’
‘So?’ I thought to myself.
‘Shit.’ I thought to myself.
‘This is going to suck.’ I thought to myself.”
Riddle from the Middle 