Born and raised in the Philippines, I have been here in the US for four years now. I figured out my sexuality in high school, and I knew I had to tell my parents that I am gay to be true not only to myself but to them as well.
I’m 20, and I’ve always put off coming out to my parents. It has been in the back of my head, and last September 23, I just did it. I was driving on I-295, and I told my Mom, “Ma, don’t you ever wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend?” She said, “No. I know.” That’s when I started to cry, while driving 65mph, and I continued by saying, “I like men. I’m gay. If I had the choice, I would have chosen to be straight, for I know it’s going to be so hard.” My mom then said, “I knew, I had an idea, and I was just waiting for you to come tell me. You will always be my son, and I love you no matter what.” Relief flooded my whole body. I have a mom who loves me for who I am, and I know that I can now call my mom my best friend.
To anyone reading this now, I hope that you will be blessed to have parents like mine, and if not, I know our community will support you.