My Parents Demanded VIP Seats at My Graduation

me. I thanked Dr. Mitchell, who sat three rows behind Jennifer with his wife and a white handkerchief balled in his fist.

Then I looked at Madison again.

“And to anyone who was told they were less worthy of a future than someone else,” I said, “I hope you live long enough to make them sit in the front row.”

That was the line people quoted later.

I barely continue reading …