I had decided that I would tell him, soon, when the time was right. So it was decided, on the day he was discharged, we followed her ancient Jeep. “I… won’t tell Aunt Isabelle” it came from my lips hastily, and wasn’t what I’d intended to say. Questions rained down like hail inside of my head, one after another, pounding their way into my mind. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the snow crunch as the sound of a vehicle approaching broke the silence. I let it. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and glanced down to see his excitement pushing at his pants. Smiling weakly, I apologized for my outburst. Only to discover while he was healing, that his parents thought it was selfish, that they had offered judgement and condemnation only thinking of themselves.
