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Pulling back slightly to study his face, I asked, “You are?”.
Dad managed a bright smile through his wet eyes, joking, “I would’ve preferred a slightly less dramatic blood pressure experience, but yes”.
This caused me to laugh so hard through my lingering tears that several nearby people actually turned around to stare, but for the first time in my life, I truly didn’t care at all about their opinions.
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Eventually, as we began making our way out toward the parking lot, one of the girls from my graduating class hurried over to intercept us, her mascara visibly smudged at the corners of her eyes.
“Claire,” she stammered apologetically. “I didn’t realize…”.
I paused and looked at her for a long, quiet second. My gaze wasn’t mean, but it wasn’t overly gentle either; it was just unapologetically honest.
“That’s kind of the point,” I simply said.
She gave a solemn nod, processing the reality that my line had perfectly found its mark. Once we had safely reached the sanctuary of our car, Dad threw a quick glance in my direction.
“Was that your version of grace?” he questioned with mild amusement.
As I slid comfortably into the passenger seat, I quipped, “It was my graduated version”.
Dad let out a warm laugh, started up the car’s engine, and reached over to squeeze my hand affectionately.
During the peaceful drive home, the new silver bracelet resting on my wrist beautifully caught the ambient light from the passing streetlamps. I absentmindedly turned the jewelry over with my thumb, turning my attention to Dad’s strong hands gripping the steering wheel—the exact same hands that had tirelessly packed my lunches, patiently braided my hair, and enthusiastically clapped the absolute loudest at every single concert, completely regardless of how terribly off-key the choir happened to be singing.