Author: Apple'- Ann April

To: mapril@webmail.co.za
CC:
Subject: Mom

Mama my friend, I send you this email as a letter will take too long to reach you. A phone call I foresee I might dry out of the correct words to explain.

Mama I have finally met someone, the most ideal of humans for me. We met at the most unexpected of places, the park on a random Sunday afternoon. I was wondering thoughtless as you know I do, when I was blinded by a generally well described male descriptive conversation of this being.

Mama my friend, I am truly happy.
You know how I am. I have not been looking for anything serious nor a one night stand. Whatever would happen in terms of my hearts relations I was willing to take it one step at a time even though in my head I knew I am not getting any younger. Heart matters have never been my major concern.

Mama my friend I have met someone.

She, she is the most perfect of creations a man would illustrate. How a man would probably lust over her physical appearance I withdraw my approaching hands in wonder and admiration how a woman’s body could be so shaped. I can faultlessly describe her when her back is against the sun, her silhouette. She is slightly shorter than I, brown eyes, short brown hair and her skin tone golden syrup best describes. Her hips and buttocks vaguely prelude capturing her ability to bear kids. And her breasts are a little bigger than mine as you know I am not largely blessed in that department. They firmly standout pointed in opposite directions as though they lead the way.
I never knew how soft a women’s touch skin is until I met her. Touching her, feeling her, smelling her. There is so much to be discovered, a history of joyful pain, science of explosions, mountains of geography-her art.

Mama, I had no better methods of telling you hence this email. I don’t know how Dad will respond but you have taught me that it is okay to “controversial” as long as I am happy and live in maintenance of God’s love. I am happy mama, she makes me happy.

We plan on having children so you and Dad will still be grandparents one day. Marriage is in the pipeline but I intend on bringing her home first, I hope Dad won’t feel uncomfortable.

Mama, I write with great extent of openness to you as you have been my best of friend growing up. We spoke about everything back then, the hurt a failed relationship seemed to bring yet my reluctance to let it show; my ability to steadily heal and my eagerness to try again not letting the past rule but being conscious of the present.

I did not go looking for her mom, she found me. I have found love Mama, her name is my forever even though ideally she is to be my sister from another and not my life partner.

Mama my friend I have found love in the same make as I.


With love
Your daughter.

image from talklesbian.blogspot.com

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