"Hey, papa!" Krishna exclaimed as he got into the car.

"You can come sit in the front seat with me if you want."

"Alright!" He left his backpack in the backseat and slammed the door. I watched as he excitedly hurried to the passenger side while also trying not to slip on the road. When he opened the door, I felt the wind rush into the car and freeze my body.

"Hurry, hurry. You're letting all the heat out."

He jumped inside and slammed his door shut with a big smile. He then made sure to buckle up his seat belt and then we were on our way. "How was work, Papa?"

One thing I didn't regret with Neena was Krishna. The sweetest boy that had ever blessed the Earth. I thought he would've lost that trait once he became thirteen, the beginning of his teenage years but he didn't---he was still sweeter than sweet.

He made me smile. "It was alright. It's over now which is good because I get to see you," I said as I reached over to give his nose a pinch. His face crinkled up and he shook his head so that I move my hand. "So how was school? How did forensics go?"

"School was good. I got an A on my math quiz and I'm currently the second smartest 8th grader! Well, not smartest but I have the second highest overall grade."

"I get what you mean."

"But forensics was..."

The car went silent and then came the tension. It crept up between us to push us apart but it also kept us together with a knot. It was not going to be easy to escape it.

"Papa, I have to tell you something."

I gulped as I felt the rope, tension, tie around me. It grew tighter and tighter as I anticipated what was to come. What did he have to tell me? Was he being bullied, did he get beat up or did he-"

"I think I like boys," he said as he sliced the rope that was tied around him.

"Y-You do?" I turned to him and he was crying but it was silent. I watched as he looked down at his lap and played with his fingers. He nodded. It was my turn to cut the rope off from around me and completely annihilate tension. I smiled as I found myself breathing again because I was relieved that he was okay and that that was all it was. "So you're gay?"

He looked over at me with his tear stained face and shiny nose, "Don't tell mama!"

I smiled. "I won't. I promise. Thanks for telling me."

It was quiet again. The music quietly played on the radio as the vents blew out the hot air that kept us warm. The car squeaked a bit as it came to a stop at the red light.

"Wait so is that all you have to say?"

I chuckled. "Well, yeah. What do you want me to say?" He shrugged. I placed my hand on his head and shuffled his hair. "I'm proud of you and I accept you. I love you, bud."

He smiled and then wiped his eyes. Then the light turned green and I was driving again.

"That went a lot easier than I expected."

I couldn't help but smile because I had a gay son and I was the father that I wanted to be. The kind of father that I wished I had. The kind of father that would've supported me and told me he loved me when I told him my truth. I didn't have the support system so I was glad that Krishna did.

"So I guess that means I can tell you about what happened at Forensics today."

"Let me guess. You kissed a boy?" I was joking but when I looked over at Krishna, he was staring at me with shock. Like I just won the lottery or something.

"Y-Yeah, that's exactly what happened."

"Well, stop stalling and tell me all about it and don't leave anything out!" I started to sniffle and I pretended to wipe a tear away. "My boy is finally growing up! I could cry!"

He sighed. "Papa, you're so embarrassing."

"I wouldn't be your papa if I wasn't, now spill it!"

As he told me about the dark-skinned beauty, Charles, that he kissed, I couldn't help but bask in the happiness and live out my dream through my son. I wanted him to be the gayest boy to ever gay and I was going to be his number one supporter.