Please don’t ask me “anyare?” Maraming pangyayari… Don’t make me think that one event triggered this and like magic naging tomboy sila…

Please don’t tell me “OK lang yan” saying it just makes me wonder why you feel that somehow, it could not be OK.

Don’t try to give reasons like maybe it’s genetic or hormones or the way they were raised. Believe me, many have already asked and told me all of these things.

It was not an easy journey… At one point I also tried to beat myself up of answers… not because I didn’t want them to turn out that way, but because I know how cruel the world is towards their unique & often misunderstood identity…

When they were growing up I heard neighbors calling them names. Friends and family talking, matter-of-factually, about what we went through; like it was a tragedy that we were able to survive and then make it appear like they are side effects! You can not imagine how painful these conversations are to us.

All four kids, I had them, I raised them the best way I know how, I have loved them from the moment they arrived until now – and definitely until forever. I have thanked God everyday for the blessings that they are and have become – their first steps and their proud moments; their first kilig and heartaches… and those wonderful surprises that come on a daily basis… Two daughters surprised me with a girlfriend – and that was just it – one of many wonderful surprises… I’m just happy that in this hostile world, my daughters feel safe & free at home… It’s terrible outside but a mother could only do so much.

So please don’t ask me when & how they came out… They have always been out…

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