Then he asked me something I wasn’t ready for.
“If I have to bring her to graduation… will you still stay?”
I didn’t sleep that night.
And I still wasn’t prepared.
The ceremony started like any other.
Names. Applause. Speeches.
Then Adrian stepped out of line.
He walked straight toward me.
“Mom,” he whispered, holding out his arms, “give her to me.”
My hands moved before my mind could catch up.
I placed the tiny baby girl into his arms.
He tucked her gently against his chest, hidden beneath his gown except for her small face wrapped in a soft pink blanket.
Then he turned—and walked toward the stage.
The whispers started immediately.
Then the laughter.
Soft at first… then spreading.
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