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The following are excerpts from a People article:

"The mother of a transgender teen from Florida who died by suicide this month is hoping to raise awareness by sharing her child’s story and encouraging parents to listen to their children.

With her high school graduation just around the corner in June, Eric Peter Verbeeck—who was born a male—was looking forward to beginning anew. She had already taken her first steps toward transitioning into a woman named Hope, first undergoing hormone treatments and by wearing female undergarments. One of the biggest steps for the teenager occurred almost a year ago when she came out to her mother, Patricia McKay Verbeeck, about her inner struggle of living in a body that didn’t reflect her identity as a female.

With the full support of her mother on the journey forward, Eric began hormone treatments to grow breasts and started incorporating more pink into her life, such as making it the color of her watch and phone case. Yet, Eric didn’t want to wear women’s clothing in public just yet, opting to wait until she and Verbeeck moved to South Carolina after graduation for a fresh start.

Then, on the morning of Tuesday, March 6, Verbeeck awoke to discover Eric was nowhere to be found. On the pillow in Eric’s room, Verbeeck found two letters, one addressed to her and the second to Eric’s father, Peter...."









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  1. What a tragedy, especially with a supportive mother.

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  2. I had previously read the story but had only seen excerpts of the note. Having read the entire note now just tugs at my heart even more. May she rest in peace.

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