With Honors

Yup. That’s my girl.

My tiny baby.

The one I would die for.

The one I sacrifice for.

The one I’m proud of.

People tell me what a great job I’ve done.

All I did was drive her to school.

She did the rest.

She studied.

She attended.

She applied.

She worked.

She worked hard.

She did it.

She graduated.

And I am in awe of who I now see when I look at her.

She is no longer my baby.

She is a young lady.

She is tough.

She endures.

She reaches, and she grasps, and she completes.… read the rest. . .

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