"It's too bad you don't know who your parents are, Dustin," his friend Robert said, as they walked home.
"Yeah ... wait, what?" Dustin asked. "What do you mean? I know who my parents are."
"Really? You told me before that your foster mother decided to not tell you until you were old enough."
Dustin stopped walking. "Wait, what do you mean by 'foster mother'? I don't have a foster mother."
"Sorry, I meant mothers. It's got to be weird having two moms," Robert said.
Now Dustin was more confused than before. What the hell was Robert talking about? He didn't have two moms, foster ones or otherwise. Fearing that something was terribly wrong, he quickened his pace home.
"Hey, where are you headed in such a hurry?" his friend called after him. But Dustin didn't answer him back. He just kept running until he made it home, then rushed into the house.
"Welcome home, fellow foster brother," Ty said, smirking.
"What did you do?" Dustin asked accusingly.
"Dustin, you were late for dinner," came the voice of his mom. Dustin turned and saw her with her arm around a fat black woman he had never seen before. His mom turned and kissed the woman on the lips, then said to her "That was an incredible dinner, by the way."
"Thanks, Miss June," the fat black woman said.
"What's going on here?!" Dustin screamed. "Who is that?!" he asked, pointing at the unknown woman.
"Well, this is Marqessa, obviously. My wife and your other foster mother," his mom said.
Dustin felt dizzy. Marqessa? That name sounded an awful lot like the name Mark, his father's name. Could it be that this fat black woman was actually his dad? And now, what? His mom was a lesbian? And married to the black woman? And Dustin himself was a foster child? Ty was turning his entire life upside-down! This was a lot worse than just making him look younger than he was.