My baby sister graduated from high school last spring.
There was, of course, the progression with Pomp and Circumstance. They called her name, shook her hand.
Diploma in hand, she stepped off the stage and returned to her seat. But en route, she started laughing, high-fiving friends with aisle seats.
That's when I lost it.
Beautiful girl.
January 4, 2004
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