My son was being pestered by another boy.
The teacher called and asked me to come to the school.
When I arrived, he shouted at me for the first time. “Mom, what’s wrong with me liking boys?”
I looked at him, feeling neither anger nor resentment.
I crouched down and asked him in a low voice, “Then how can you be sure that you like boys?”
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