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So when my own graduation day finally came, I didn’t bring a boyfriend. I brought Dad.
We walked together across the same football field where that old photo had been taken. Dad was trying very hard not to cry. I could tell because his jaw was doing that tight, flexing thing.
I elbowed him lightly. “You promised you wouldn’t do that.”
“I’m not crying. It’s allergies.”
“There is no pollen on a football field.”
I didn’t bring a boyfriend. I brought Dad.
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He sniffed. “Emotional pollen.”
I laughed, and just for a second, everything felt exactly like it was supposed to.
Then everything went wrong.
The ceremony had just started when a woman stood up from the crowd. At first, I didn’t think anything of it. Parents were shifting in their seats, waving at their kids, and taking pictures. Normal graduation chaos.
But she didn’t sit back down.
A woman stood up from the crowd.
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She walked straight toward us, and something about the way her gaze moved over my face made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was like she was seeing something she’d been searching for a long time.
She stopped a few feet away.
