Hey mom, I just want to know why. Why the fuck did you give me as an alternative to the landlord when he asked for time with my baby brother to pay rent instead of calling the police. Why was I always given different "punishments" as you would call them because my father was different from your other sons. Why was I mocked, hated, and pushed away when I asked for affection but you gave it freely and easily to your other sons. Why was I told i could never achieve anything in life but your sons were told they could reach the stars. Why was I kicked out and threatened with death to myself when I came out but you told your other son that you be there for him. Why was I never called you son all the time but only when I did something unexpected and public. Why was I treated like a stranger but they were treated like family. Why did you hurt them only to say I was the one who did it when your husband asked who hurt his sons. Why was I the villian and they were the heroes of your story. Why was the first thing you said to me in a decade away from all of you just nothing but hate and anger for leaving. Mom i just want to know why but I know you can't tell me because you haven't been the same since the day my brother was born.