My Parents Died Before Graduation and I Thought No One Would Be There for Me — Then Two Hands Covered My Eyes From Behind
And then two hands came down over my eyes from behind.
They were large hands, warm, slightly rough, and they closed gently over my face and stopped me where I stood, and my heart slammed up into my throat.
And a voice — a deep voice, close to my ear, a voice I had not heard in over a year but would have known at the bottom of the ocean — said, low and rough and unmistakable:
“Guess who finally made it?”