This is my little (but tall as fuck) sister, Amber. Her name used to be jon, but she realized that deep inside she is a girl and she is one of the most beautiful girls I know. Yes, it had taken me a while to get used to the fact that instead of having a little brother to get into fights with I now have a little sister to teach me how to do my make up so well.
I just wish my dad would see her the way I do. Every time he calls me he brings up amber and how he’s soooo uncomfortable with it and starts making fun of his son and what he’s going through. And it’s like, I’m trying so fucking hard to support the both of them but it’s really hard because I can’t even call him on Christmas. He asked what Amber got for Christmas and 2 of the things were a purse and some make up. And he immediately goes
"no I’m good, I can’t ever imagine getting my SON a purse"
He feels like his son has died. But it’s just like..your son may have died but a daughter is being reborn.
I think of amber as a beautiful, spunky hilarious girl. My dad thinks of her as a rebellious cross dresser.
I love my dad but goddamn, it’s getting to be too much.