“What? What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know how you can say that.”
“That you love me, but you don’t care what I am.”
“Well, I do. I love you, and I don’t care whether you like boys or girls.”
“But it’s different, liking boys and liking girls. And if you love me, I want you to know that it’s different and why it’s different.”
“I do. Of course I do.”
“Then you need to say it.”
“Say what?”
“That you know how it’s different, and you love that too.”
“Oh, Victoria, you know I do.”
“You tell me you do, but you don’t say it.”
“Say what,Victoria.”
“That you know how it’s different and that you love that too”
“Victoria, you are never satisfied. You are always asking for something else from me. Something more.”
“Mommy. I’m just asking you to say it.”
“Say what?
“That you love what I feel, too.”
“Well, I do.”
“And not say, you don’t care.”
Victoria, what’s the difference?”
“It’s the way I feel. I’m afraid there’s a difference and that we don’t know what it is, and that we don’t see it and are missing it and that it’s really important.”