“my brother had clearly called dibs”

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“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.”

When My Brother Came Out | Raising My Rainbow

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