“When I found out I was pregnant, I thought my future had ended.”
A few graduates lowered their eyes.
“I thought every scholarship letter, every late night studying, every shift I worked after school, every plan my mom and I made together had suddenly disappeared.”
Her gaze moved through the auditorium until it found me.
“And I thought I had disappointed the one person who never gave up on me.”
My eyes blurred.
She wasn’t asking for sympathy. That was what stunned me most. She wasn’t trying to excuse herself or accuse anyone else. She was simply telling the truth, and somehow that made the whole room feel smaller, more intimate, as if we were no longer in an auditorium but gathered around our kitchen table beneath the yellow light.
