A heartbreaking post from a fellow-gaysi, over at Devis with Babies:
But when my partner and I decided to get married that changed. My parents wouldn’t come. And, what was worse in my eyes, they wouldn’t discuss it with me. They just told me they couldn’t be there. When I sent photos of our ceremony in Massachusetts, they didn’t respond. When, two year later, I called to tell them about Raya, my mom cried and my dad said they had to go. I don’t call them anymore. But I write them letters every month. Raya has begun writing letters to them too. She calls them Ba and Dada. She has seen pictures and she knows about them. Every Diwali, we send them a diya that we make together. [Link]
