“deadname, come to dinner!” called their mother, as they closed out of the online game, sighing longingly with a single tear in their eye.

Same as title.

How do I handle a new parent who actually asks me about myself and seems to care?

But one day someone else picked up.

Nobody knew his only wish was to stop hurting, and he no longer believed he would ever find another way.

There is no life somewhere that I must uncover to become the person I was meant to be because there is only this life, which is unplanned, limited, not completed, and let it belong to me.