My Parents Demanded VIP Seats at My Graduation

to support you,” she said.

Jennifer made a small noise beside me.

I touched her wrist.

“No,” I said. “You wanted a photograph.”

My father’s eyes darted to the Dean, then back to me.

“We are still your parents.”

“You signed that away.”

“We were under pressure.”

“So was I. I had leukemia.”

He hated that. I could see it in the pull of his mouth.

My mother stepped continue reading …