My hands were shaking as I entered the kitchen, I knew my dad had noticed over the past couple of months my change in Demeanor,Even now he looked at me no doubt wondering what was wrong, why now,I had kept it a secrete from him for 21 years why was it now weighing down on my me so badly that I had actually come to the point of confessing to him.

My mind raced, would he kick me out, did I have enough money to get by on my own were would I go, honestly how would I live with my self with out his approval, more then life more then food, I lived for his approval and this, I just knew he couldn't accept it.

Art By :SketchMan: