My Mom “Forgot” My Graduation, They Chose My Brother’s BBQ Over My Doctorate. Dad Said: “Let’s Not Make This A Big Thing.” So I Changed My Name And Never Came Back…

My cap and gown hung on the closet door behind me, waiting.

My fantasy of them in the front row dissolved so cleanly it felt like it had never been real.

Okay, I heard myself say.

My voice sounded flat, foreign.

Got it.

Have fun at the barbecue.

My mom jumped back on the line.

Don’t say it like that. We will celebrate. You’ll see. Send us lots of pictures, okay? We want to see you on stage.

I ended the call before I said something I couldn’t take back.

For a minute, I just stood there in my silent room, phone still pressed to my ear, listening to the dial tone. I thought about not going, about taking off the gown, crawling back into bed, and letting the day slide past me like it was just another Tuesday.

But then a worse thought hit.

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