Hello, everyone. I need to share something that’s weighed heavily on me for a long time. A few years ago, I graduated from school, a day I had worked so hard for and was incredibly proud of. I was excited to share this milestone with my family, especially my parents, who I thought had supported me throughout my journey. However, their absence that day has haunted me ever since.
The ceremony was buzzing with excitement: students in their caps and gowns, families cheering, and cameras flashing everywhere. As I sat among my classmates, waiting for my name to be called, I experienced a blend of nervousness and joy.
![A grayscale photo of students seated on their graduation day | Source: Midjourney](https://news.taynguyenduki.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/5a3735cb710da201efe0582fda66d9771f757dc1e80d9883c04944277ce1b5ad.webp.webp.webp)
A grayscale photo of students seated on their graduation day | Source: Midjourney
I was scanning the crowd for my mom and stepdad, convinced they were somewhere in the sea of faces, maybe just out of my line of sight. “They’re probably running late,” I kept telling myself. “Or maybe stuck in traffic. They’ll be here any minute.”
As names were called one by one, I kept glancing around, trying to spot them. Every time a door opened or someone moved in the audience, my heart would leap, but then sink again when it wasn’t them. I reassured myself over and over, thinking they couldn’t possibly miss this. It’s my graduation, for crying out loud.
![A young woman in her high school graduation gown and cap | Source: Midjourney](https://news.taynguyenduki.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/e5fd1e2aa00e90b32df919956c54b13965d5f22bf04b998d3e239c255dd24936.webp.webp.webp)
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