After losing my parents months before graduation, I was convinced I would walk across the stage alone. My grandmother was my only family left, but her health was failing, and she couldn’t attend. While everyone else had parents cheering, I prepared myself for an empty seat.
What I didn’t know was that Nana had secretly written a letter to someone I hadn’t seen in nearly two years. On graduation day, after receiving my diploma and trying not to cry, I started walking away unnoticed.
Then two familiar hands covered my eyes.
A voice whispered, “Guess who finally made it?”
I turned around and saw my Uncle Daniel, standing there in uniform. Nana had brought him home just so I wouldn’t have to face that day alone.