There once was a girl. She was a freshman in high school, longing to get away from the past. No, not the past; the past, the present, and the future.

This girl, who to this day remains anonymous, simply just wanted to escape reality. She wanted a world without hatred or discrimination for who she was.

The truth was: she wanted to be a he. There was a boy trapped inside of her, longing to be free.

Their mother supported them, but their father... He wanted nothing to do with his own flesh and blood.

Throughout the years the girl transitioned into what she should have been born as in the first place: a boy. Their journey was not easy, but they were finally happy with themselves. He no longer had to bind his chest and cower in fear of judgment. There was no more body shaming.

And as his father lay in his death bed, the boy cried. He never stopped loving his father and knew deep down that his father still loved him too. And with his last dying breath, his father spoke one sentence: "I love you son."

-Anonymous 2016