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The swing sways gently; I lose myself in the motion, staring around the empty park as the sun sets.
I should be at prom, holding Tara’s hand, pretending everything’s fine.
Instead, I ran to hide.
From the truth.
From Tara.
And from her – it felt safer that way.
I tell myself that I’ll do it soon, that I’ll figure out how to be brave and tell my parents.
But I’m scared.
Maybe I’m wrong to hide, though. Because Tara, and my friends, they’re my found family. They’ll help me find the bravery I need.
The bravery to just be me.