My Parents Demanded VIP Seats at My Graduation

tipped sideways, and one fell onto the floor between her shoes.

She clapped with both hands over her mouth, which made no sense, but nothing about love has to look organized.

My parents stayed seated.

My father stared at the program.

My mother’s lips moved around the name.

Rivera.

Jennifer Rivera.

My name.

I walked out from behind the curtain with my cap sitting continue reading …