My classmates used to make fun of my grandmother’s aprons, her voice, and even the lunches she made for me. But when I stepped onto the stage at my graduation, the entire room fell silent before the truth I revealed.
I’m 18 years old, and I graduated last week.
People keep asking me what I’m going to do next, but honestly, I don’t know what to say. I feel like nothing has even begun yet. On the contrary, I feel like something ended too soon, and the world forgot to press play.
People constantly ask me what I’m going to do next.
My grandmother raised me.
She became my mother, my father, and my only support from childhood, after my parents died in a car accident.
