[ WP ] `` They call us monsters , son . ''

`` What's wrong pa?'' he asked me. 
 
 And I said to the future son of my beloved husband. `` They call us wrong''. I said. It hurt me, maybe even more that it might ever hurt him. I know he is already beyond that. As am I. For the time he grows up, it wo n't even be a thing. But I'm still full of hate. Hate against homophones. Hate against love. Using a hate speech and calling it a love message. And I do n't know. I am sorry. I am very sorry. I do n't know if I did wrong by choosing to be your father. Maybe they are right and having two dads is true, and there's something actually dangerous about it. And we do something wrong... But how can be wrong al the love I am feeling? How can be wrong all this need that I've raised, to teach him my version of what's good? On how to be happy? I need to tell it. I am happy. I am happy and I need somewhere to put my happiness into. All that I have got extra, for my wonderful life, for my wonderful friends. If they are right, and we are wrong, then we're very sorry. 
 
 I'll just love you. I'll just close my eyes and love you. And I'll try to teach you about butterflies and ants and I'll look at you when you try to burn one with a magnifying glass, and I feel the urge to explain you about the sacredness of life but I'll refrain because I wo n't teach you to judge, I'll teach you to listen. And I will teach you to love. And I will look at you as you read books and I'll try to encourage what made me happy, but I promise to be very perceptive at what you like, even without you knowing it, and where do you might want to go. 
 
 And I'll try to make that path easier. Easier to find. Easier to transit. I'll teach you to be fair. I'll teach you to be just. I'll teach you to make friends and be social. I'll teach you to see. I'll teach you to taste and try. I'll teach you to learn. And I'll teach you to use knowledge. Or I'll try to. But I'll love you. Oh, god I'll love you. I am sorry if I'm taking too long to go and be with you. I kind of lost myself for a second there, and yourself. But here you are. Here you will be. You will be you. Will help you to make yourself. As you like it. A life to be proud of, and a hug to come rest. 
 
 Edit: grammar.
