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.
I thought of Lily holding red cloth to her cheek.
I thought of a five-year-old whispering into a hospice hush.
I thought of six hundred people standing because they finally understood they had been watching a sister graduate in the only body still able to walk for her.
People still ask me if I was afraid that night.
Yes.
I was afraid of phones, of cruelty, of my son being reduced to a joke.