She looked at us and smiled and cried harder. Then, we both rested our heads on her shoulders, like a sideways hug,
which made her cry even harder. Or maybe it let her cry even harder. I’m not sure which.
But she gave our hands a little squeeze and said, “My boys,” real soft, and went back to crying.
I love my mom so much. I don’t care if that’s corny to say.
I think on my next birthday, I’m going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition.
The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. I think that would be nice.
When my sister finished her speech, we all clapped and yelled, but nobody clapped or yelled louder than my grandfather. Nobody.
I don’t remember what the valedictorian said except that she quoted Henry David Thoreau instead of a pop song.
Then, Mr. Small got up on the stage and asked everyone to refrain from applause until all the names were read and all the diplomas were handed out.
I should mention that this didn’t work last year either.
So, I saw my sister get her diploma and my mother cry again. And then I saw Mary Elizabeth.
And I saw Alice. And I saw Patrick. And I saw Sam. It was a great day. Even when I saw Brad. It seemed okay.
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