I want to learn all I can, live as wisely as I can, and savor every moment on the journey.
I haven’t written about this here before because it’s so personal and yet at the same time not really my story to tell. But when I saw that this week’s Carrot Ranch 99-word flash fiction challenge was to write about a character representing diversity, I suddenly knew it was long past time to at least say something about the heartrending story that has been going on in my family’s life. There’s a lot more to the story, of course, but here is a 99-word nutshell.
This is the true story of my brother, who used to be my sister.
As a little girl, she squirmed and searched, uncomfortable in her own skin, never knowing who she was. “I wish I was a boy,” she said, as soon as she understood the difference. We shrugged. What else could be done?
Later, her life became endless hidden pain. Shadows. Secrets. Self-destruction. I can’t remember how many nights I spent afraid that this time, her attempt would be successful.
But a light finally dawned: she decided to just become a boy.
Now, he lives life openly, joyously.