I am the daughter of a gay couple.
I had always thought that I was in a single-parent family, raised by my father alone.
One day, my father took me to a distant place, which was my hometown.
It is also the resting place of the person he once loved.
My mood was very complicated, and my father, who had always been silent, began to talk, like a late and long communication.
My father's experiences over the past eighteen years.
I heard it all.
I wrote those experiences one after another in my diary and began to tell them to myself.