I saw my parents standing, awkwardly with Grandma Eleanor, their usual confident postures replaced by uncomfortable stiffness. Several professors and classmates stopped me to offer congratulations, delaying my approach to the family gathering. When I finally reached them, my father attempted a jovial tone that rang hollowly against the tension.
Well, this was quite a surprise, he said, his smile not reaching his eyes. You’ve been holding out on us, Emma. The casual dismissal of all.
My hard work, as if I’d merely been keeping secrets rather than struggling while they ignored me, might once have devastated me. Now, it barely registered. Not at all, I replied coolly.
I’ve been exactly who I’ve always been, you just weren’t paying attention. Before they could respond, Lily stepped forward and put her arm around my shoulders in a clear display of solidarity. Everyone’s talking about Emma’s speech and accomplishments, she announced loudly enough for nearby families to hear.