Monday, April 28, 2014
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.
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!