Chapter 13

While the possibility of moving far away from my mom made me apprehensive, the thought of branching out somewhere new, and pursuing my own identity as an artist and a gay person without her judgment, excited me. There had to be more accepting places than this town.

“What is this?” A letter addressed to me from The Art Institution of Denton landed on top of my open biology textbook. The mail must have come late today because I always made sure I checked it before my mom got home, to prevent a situation like this from happening.

She and I discussed my going to college, and a full scholarship was the only way that was going to happen. She barely tolerated my interest in art, instead, not so gently pressuring me into pursuing a business major in college. Ms. Santos was understanding and kind enough to let me store most of my creations, including my portfolio, in her classroom to avoid any arguments with my mom. Despite my carefulness, it seemed I slipped up today.