At my twin sister’s graduation, my father lifted his camera for her name—then the dean said

said.

Because I did.

And that was its own kind of complicated.

We stood there, the four of us, in a space that felt unfamiliar despite all the years we had shared.

No one quite knowing what to say next.

Because this wasn’t a moment that resolved anything.

It was a moment that revealed everything.

My father cleared his throat.

“You… did well,” he said.

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