When I was young, there was a girl in our neighborhood.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, her eyes sparkled like diamonds,
and her body was as graceful as a mermaid’s.
She was a cherry tree in full bloom—beauty entwined with elegance.
She had more than a dozen suitors, for all the boys loved her.
Yet she chose me, and we became lovers.
After a year-long courtship, we decided to marry.
With the blessings of our families and friends, we tied the knot.
We moved into a small but beautiful house and made it our home.
Soon she became pregnant, and when the time came,
we went to the hospital. The nurse placed in my arms
a bundle wrapped in soft cloth and whispered, “It is a girl.”
Our daughter was radiant as the full moon, and we adored her.
She was lively, clever, and full of energy,
roaming the house with the spirit of a wild colt.
She became the sun of our lives, around which we revolved.
We nurtured her, and she grew into a beautiful young girl.
As she grew older, we noticed changes.
She no longer cared for dolls or fancy dresses.
She preferred the clothes boys wore,
and reached for toys—cars, action figures, even toy guns.
We often felt she carried a boy’s soul within a girl’s body.
As she matured, it became clear:
she bore a man’s soul within a woman’s frame.
Restless, she longed to shed her skin
and transform into something truer.
We did not judge her—we honored her choices.
At twenty, she underwent surgeries and hormone therapy,
and transitioned into a transgender man.
We embraced our child’s new identity and loved him.
We supported every decision our son made.
He had few friends beyond the transgender community.
There, he found a fellow traveler and married her.
They longed for a child, but hormone therapy
had taken that possibility away.
So they adopted, and now we have a son,
a daughter-in-law, and a grandson.
We are a happy family. We hold no bias,
and we do not judge.
But society is not so forgiving—
many cannot accept transgender lives.
Our son and his family need our support,
and we give it without condition.
After all, that is what parents are for—
to love and to stand by their children, always.
