I’ve thought long and hard about whether or not to write about this, but for three days, this story has weighed heavily on my mind. So please, don’t call me a bigot or threaten to burn my house down or tell me you hope I have a transgender child one day. None of what I am writing about come from a place of hate. I can’t say that if Andraya Yearwood were my child, I’d do anything differently than her parents have done. I can say what I THINK I would do, but I am not in their shoes. Not in the shoes of parents whose child feels they are the opposite gender of what they are biologically. A child who, statistics say, has an alarmingly high risk of committing suicide.