He’s fine, that’s exactly the words his mother would use when his father would round up a fit. He’s young; his mother would continue to say. His father would yell, pound his fist to the wall as his wife defended the choices of their only son. Kaden no longer watched their fights as he would receive his lecture from his father later. Kaden pulled the covers closer to his body as he listened to their fight, his sexuality not of appreciation to his father. His mother defended but never acknowledge, but Kaden just closed his eyes wishing he were fine.