Maria tried not to cry. Tears were inevitable, Maria knew, but she really wanted to appear dignified and in control.
But her little girl was gone. Maria’s hands trembled; Cheryl was gone, and would never – could never - return.
A tear ran down her cheek. She remembered Cheryl’s toddler tantrums, how she used to play...
She gripped her husband’s hand tightly. His eyes were wet too.
Cheryl walked to the podium and accepted her degree certificate with a handshake and a smile. Her little girl had gone, true, but through her tears of happiness Maria could not have been prouder.
John Moralee about 5 years ago
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Brandon Sutton about 5 years ago
A lot of emotion in this one, and the writing conveys it very well. Great job!
Horrorshow about 5 years ago
Excellent piece of writing, Drew.
Drew Martyn about 5 years ago
Thank you all :)