"Go tell 'em girl" my great-grandmother kept telling me. I hadn't seen her since I was five years old and she died when I was twelve, but here she was standing behind my nineteen year old self just before that night.
I almost didn't do it. I almost kept that secret to myself, but great-grandma kept pushing me. She was excitable, she was concerned, she was loving. I was scared. I held to the secret for so long, I didn't know how to let it out.
"Do it now girl, do it now" she whispered as she laid her warm, but firm hands on my shoulders.