The moment was fast-forwarded but it all happened in real time, as did her growth.
I sat back holding my breath, aware of the pressure it caused in my stomach
Her name was called. I swallowed and tasted the salt that seasoned my fingernails, disrupting my palate.
She walked up the steps and shook hands with familiar strangers.
I ascended from my seat, unconcerned that the nearby spectators detected my vanilla-infused-perspiration. It wasn’t my scent of choice, but hers.
I honored her every decision.
I smiled as we met eyes from across the auditorium and thrust my hands together repeatedly, showing my support.
My tears were dry now and my face was tight.
I exhaled, releasing a sigh of pride and disbelief.
But today was about her, as every day preceding and each day to come.
Jessie Feliciano