When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Perla. She had long, shiny hair and a smile that made everyone notice her. All my friends wanted to be her boyfriend, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. One day, she told us she liked girls too. That was kind of surprising, but everyone accepted it… or at least pretended to.
Then, one afternoon, we went to the cinema together. I still remember the smell of popcorn and the dim light in the theater. Out of nowhere, she kissed me on the lips. I was completely shocked, but it felt… right. After the movie, we went out for dinner, laughing and talking about nothing in particular, and then we ended up at a hotel. That night felt like a strange, confusing dream to me.
A few years later, I ran into her again—this time with her girlfriend—and it hit me: she liked girls, but she had also always cared about me. Now, I have two girlfriends, and both of them are in relationships at the same time. I don’t really know how all this will turn out, but for now, it works.
Years have passed, but the three of us are still together. We sleep in the same bed every night, and I can honestly say I’m happy most of the time. Sometimes, though, I feel a little weird, like the world doesn’t fully understand us. People sometimes stare or say nasty things, but I’ve learned not to care too much.
Perla and Cecilia are both pregnant now, and this year we’re going to have a family of our own—one father, two mothers, and two sons. People don’t always like our family, and some don’t understand it, but we’re happy. Somehow, even though it’s unusual, it feels right.
Who cares, anyway...
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