This letter is a letter of pain, the deepest you can cause a son or a daughter. Life is not easy for a homosexual person, at least not in those societies where there is still the believe that falling in love with somebody the same sex is a rational decision, or that is a circumstance where life drags us into; even worse, that is a disease that is suffered.
My parents have shown that parental love is capable of bringing down walls, cross borders and so much more. After that, I asked them if they would write what they’d felt about me coming out of the closet. There was no rush, no pressure; whenever they felt like writing it. Last night my mum surprised me with a written answer, and then my dad wrote today. I couldn’t not share some excerpts of what they had to say with you!
I started to write this letter 3 years before I decided to deliver it… I corrected it, edited it, and kept it on “Drafts” for a long time, trying to find the courage to click on “Send”. A thousand times I thought “what if…” and I put myself on every possible scenario that I could think of. None was as good, or warm, or welcoming as what I lived with my family. They are traditional and catholic, but neither religion nor social pressure could defeat my parents love. For them, the most important of all was that I am their son and I should have suffered a lot for such a long time.