Personal Narrative Cathy And I Were Gays

Cathy and I lived in La Plata, a humid city 35 miles away from Buenos Aires. We had met at our first art class at university and hit it off right away. Since then we had been dating secretly because I was not ready to reveal that Cathy and I were homosexuals. As my mother was a narrow-minded, traditional, middle-aged woman, I feared she would not agree about our relationship, which would then jeopardize my bond with my parent.
Whereas I was prim and fearful, Cathy was impulsive and courageous. She had repeatedly recommended that I should confront my mother, to which I had replied that I did not have the guts to do so.