My grandmother raised me and we lived in a single-room apartment. This is important because the bed was one for two.



And then one evening, in My Family, I heard the word “lesbian.”

Of course, I asked the older generation, “Who are these?” She replied, “These are the women who sleep together.” Naturally, I didn’t know anything about sex, so I didn’t even feel a double bottom in the word “sleep.”



Here is a family celebration. I am proud to stand on a chair to tell a poem and think it is necessary to share such an important event from my childhood life. I say, “I and my lesbian grandmother.”

Everyone is in shock. My aunt is falling out of her hand. My grandmother died in a pre-infarct state.

And I what? Sleeping in the same bed? Everything as said!

After that, we found the opportunity to place a second bed in our room.