“Twenty minutes ago I found Hannah sitting on the floor of the laundry room in this building.

She’d been told to stay there until the ceremony was over, because it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to be up here with me today.

“She’s nine.

She did what an adult told her to do.

She didn’t do anything wrong, and I want every person in this garden to hear me say that out loud, because she is standing right there and she has spent the last twenty minutes worrying that this is her fault.”

I put the microphone back on the stand.