Just last week I put this necklace on for the first time. I cried for what seemed like days. I have no doubt that my transition would have made sense to my mother. My showing up as me would have answered all of the weird confusion between us.
I saw a young girl, seven or eight years old, playing and rolling down a grassy hill. Her obvious joy and laughter were infectious and I started smiling. Her parents were watching her and they weren’t smiling.