Dear Mama

By the time you read this I will be flying westwards to my new home. I am sorry I could not say goodbye in person, but I do so hate to see you cry.

I shall try not to think of your tears as I watch the clouds float past. To do so would be disastrous. But it is such a long flight, and you know that you shall never be far from my thoughts.

Please never mention me again to Father. I know he has tried and failed to accept me as I am. And I cannot be other than what I am. Nature has spoken. It was not something I chose, but I welcome it nonetheless. Even if it means I shall only ever truly have one parent.

I know it is difficult, but please Mama, understand that I have to be with my own kind. People, where we live, are so unforgiving, so narrow minded and so spiteful. I never harmed anyone. I was just different.

And please Mama, when you see other little boys born with wings, promise me you won’t be scared. Just tell them about your son. And the safe place where they can be free when they come of age.

I hope to see you again one day

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David Baillie is a freelance writer and artist. Born almost thirty years ago in Scotland, he now lives and works in the East End of London.

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