My Parents Demanded VIP Seats at My Graduation

she said.

I looked back at the doors where my biological parents had disappeared.

Then I looked at Jennifer.

“Yes,” I said. “They did.”

She fixed my crooked collar, because she was still my mother and I was still apparently incapable of dressing myself like an adult.

“Come on, Doctor,” she said. “I’m starving.”

And we went to get pizza in our formal clothes,continue reading …