It’s the day of my graduation from university and the forecast is calling for rain. I remember to bring an umbrella; it’s matronly black and flimsy.
My father remembers to bring an umbrella, too. It’s also black, but much sturdier. In a gesture typical of gentlemen—not necessarily my father—he offers to switch with me.
In all the photos after the ceremony, I am dry and smiling. He’s smiling as well, but his shirt is soaked.
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This is the first story I've written (finally!) over at Go Mighty, where I'm working on my Life List. You should visit, and make a list of your own because fun! And yay, life!
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