I was twelve years old when my mother said to me, “Your dad once made me abort a baby. If I’d kept him, I wouldn’t have you, now.”
So I wonder what Dad feels for me–me being a girl. Did he teach me about cars to relieve his guilt for destroying his boy? Or did my mom make the whole thing up? Dad’s always said my mother was crazy.
I can build a car from scratch, like my dad can do.
If I’d been born a boy, my mother would have named me Jason.