At my master’s graduation, not a single family member showed up — they were all at my sister’s bridal shower. but when i opened my diploma holder, i found an envelope that wasn’t from the university. before i could read it, my phone buzzed with 72 calls from relatives.
The applause was a roaring sea, but it wasn’t for me. Not really. I stood on the stage, the black graduation gown draped just so, the gold tassel brushing against my cheek. When the announcer called my name, “Samantha Reed, Master’s in Clinical Psychology,” I walked forward with my chin high and
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