Lips pursed together, Zofi continued shaking her head and avoiding eye contact.

“Threesome I understand," her mom continued. "Men enjoy watching two women having sex. Your father has watched pornography of this.”

"Zuzanna!" Zofi's dad suddenly flared his hands out, shocked disbelief on his face.

“But you know I have worried about you for many years," she continued.

"You have always tried to deny me. You tell me for months you have boyfriend but I never see boyfriend. Then you bring Matt home and you make me think everything is okay. But now I find he is not real boyfriend."

“He IS my real boyfriend," Zofi protested

“Do you love him?" her mom repeated.

“YES! I LOVE HIM! I will ALWAYS love him! I wanna have BABIES with him!"

That rocked her mom's head back. Her dad blinked a few times and started darting his gaze left and right between his wife seated next to him and his daughter across the coffee table.

Her mom suddenly stared at me. "This is true?"

My mouth gaped open for a moment at suddenly being put on the spot after so much back and forth between Zofi and her mom. I'd arrived worried about how to explain having more than one girlfriend, but the conversation had rapidly shifted to Zofi's sexuality instead. But my inaction lasted only a moment, and I sat up straight to reply steadily,

"Yes, it's true. I mean, she's still on birth control and we have NOT discussed having babies anytime soon, but yes we have discussed it."

“Do you love her as well?"

“I do."

Zofi's mom stared me down, eyes piercing in their intensity as if she could ferret out a lie through sheer willpower. I held her gaze, confident in the truth, and repeated seriously, "I love Zofi very much."

My girlfriend squeezed my hand harder.

“We've been friends for years," I continued. "She was my first kiss when we were younger.”

That information surprised Zofi's mom. "Really?"

I nodded.

“It's the truth. Our relationship has grown so much over the years since that first kiss, and she's an important part of my Life."

“Important enough to raise a family with her?" Her mom furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Zofi.

“Someday you will still give me grandchildren?"

Zofi sat up straight. "Is THAT what this is about? You're afraid that if I'm Lesbian I won't give you grandchildren?”

“No, no," her mom denied, but at the same time, I could tell there was some measure of relief in her shoulders that her daughter might someday procreate. "Homosexuality is a sin. This is the problem."

Zofi sighed and shook her head. "Then I am a homosexual, Mama."