My Parents Died Before Graduation and I Thought No One Would Be There for Me — Then Two Hands Covered My Eyes From Behind

The love that made my mother brag about my grades was the same love that made Evelyn write those twelve pages.

The love that made my father teach Ethan to drive was the same love that put Ethan on a plane home.

It had not died in November.

It had only changed hands.

It had come down to us, the ones still standing, to keep and to carry and to spend on each other.

And we would.

The road ahead was still long.

I knew that.