My Son Walked Across the Graduation Stage Wearing a Bright Red Dress While Hundreds of People Laughed. I Was the Only Person in the Auditorium Who Knew Why.

Graduations in black gowns.

Fathers in the aisle taking pictures.

Our story had a missing twin and a dress that would not fit that catalog.

When the school called, the assistant principal used the word honor as if honor were a volume knob they could turn down.

“We understand this is personal,” she said.

“Perhaps a ribbon.