Yesterday at our lunch break, one of my classmates, a very interesting woman who drives one of the vans that ferries us between the driving school and the Holiday Inn Express, was overheard talking to another group of students about her family. She was mostly talking about her youngest son, who happens to be gay. She had a lot of funny stories about him, but what got to me the most was when she said, "He's my boy. I can't stop loving him. No matter what, I still love him."

It's nice to hear that now and then.