Ep6 Perfect Crown (5)

I felt him before I heard him. It was not his usual brisk embrace but as if, in the warm parenthesis of his arms, he had made me part of him. He said, “You are my son,” and I began to sob. Perhaps this is the worst any closet does to us. It prevents us from hearing the words, “I love you.” These were words my parents said to me, and I trusted the love, but not the ‘you.’ The real me was hidden, so the ‘you’ they loved was some other, better son. But when my father claimed me, this thing of darkness I acknowledge mine, I began to suspect that no matter what I was, he would be next to me.