Trans Daughter Reunites With Scornful Mother— An Urban NYC Story
An Urban Transgender Literary Fiction Story | Part 3 of 5
Alma reconnects with her mother and makes a drastic decision.
The walk down the hallway was one of the strangest experiences of her life. Her steps were heavy and her feet were like tree trunks. Time protracted and she thought that she could see herself from the outside, as an observer. At the fork, they went left, but she looked right and saw, at the far end of the hall, an open doorway to a bathroom. There were towels on the floor, soaked and dirty, and a smashed bottle of lotion. The door to mommy’s room at the opposite end was cracked open and Alma could smell the urine-soaked sheets from the distance. Her stomach turned and her heart ached, but she fought the tears that threatened her mascara. She would have to be strong, she told herself, at least until mommy saw how pretty she was.
Esme stopped at the door and let Alma enter first. As she did, she asked God for the strength to endure.
The lights were off but the room was dimly lit by the sun peeking through the scarcely drawn curtains. Everything from the walls, to the windows, and the floor seemed to blend together into a gray, dull painting of sadness and sickness…
