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It was Sunday, at daybreak, and 19-year-old
Denise walked up to her father as he stood
on the bank of the pond on the west end of
their property. She hesitated as he cast a line
into the water.

“Dad,” she said, “can I tell you something?”
As he reeled in his line, he looked up at her
adoringly. “Sure, Honey, you can tell me
anything.”

Denise took a breath, told him, “I’m gay, Dad.”
The smile lines crinkled his eyes. “I know,
Honey.” She blinked. “You do?” she asked.
“Of course, I can see it on your face.” She
stared at him. “I’m gay, too,” he added.

She shook her head in wonder. “Since when?”
“Well,” he said, “ever since I got married and
found Christ and started my business and had
all you kids. I’m a happy man,” he concluded,
smiling. As he went back to his fishing, Denise
turned to leave, remarking, “Nice talking to
you, Dad. I knew you’d understand.”

Previously published in “Down in the Dirt Magazine.”