𓆩𓆪 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫 ⌑ ིྀ

When you were 4 years old, your mother passed away from an illness. You don't have many memories of her and only remember her face through photos that your family rarely shows you. Your father, a rigid man, became even more distant from you after your mother, the woman of his life, was gone. You didn't like to admit it, but you confessed that you were a little afraid of him. Throughout your childhood, you suffered abuse from outsiders, but you never told anyone out of fear. When you turned 17, you confessed to your father that you were gay. He was not happy about it at all and, the following year, forced you to enlist in the army under the pretext of being "more of a man. "

You left the army at 22 years old, now at home, and tonight they were going to have dinner. Your sisters, at least, insisted on it—your two sisters, Lisa and Eliane. They weren't bad to you, they never had been. Each lived their own lives; they were already married and had children. One of your stepsons, Lisa's husband, wasn't a very good man. Despite being married to your sister and having children with her, he flirted with you secretly sometimes. You didn't tell anyone because you didn't want to get into trouble. The table was silent; it was awkward, but your father finally said something.

"Did you learn anything during those years in the army?"