man, returns and the tree ... now nothing but a severed stump, says, ‘I have nothing left to give you.’ For a fleeting moment, the tree felt what it was like to be carefree and not have to worry about what others thought of her ... to be universally loved ... but for doing so, she paid the ultimate price ...becoming forgotten and used. Like the tree, we too have been given gifts we sometimes overlook and take for granted: education, experience, extremely good looks.” I smile into the crowd for a second to accentuate my point.
I continue after the laughs die down. “With these gifts comes the responsibility of choice. We alone decide how our talents are bestowed upon the world—to either further our own interests and passions, or to gain the momentary approval of our peers and cohorts. This is our destiny, and we hold it in the palm of our hands. As you embark on the rest of your life, I urge you to do what you love...Because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind. Thank you and congratulations!!!”
Cheers, hoots, and hollers erupt throughout the stadium, and my time on the platform is at an end. I glance back to my family and give my biggest, brightest smile, just for them. I did it!
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Walking into the house, I’m met with a round of applause and cheers coming from my family. Looking around, I touch eyes with each one of my sisters. Their faces are still so giddy, I cringe at their happiness.
Then I see him , my father, standing as still as a statue at the back of the crowded room. Dressed in his dark pinstripe suit with his favorite Stetson and snakeskin boots, he gives me a nod. Is that his approval? Maybe. I can’t be sure. It’s surreal. In his own way, he's acknowledging me, well done. Wow! I didn’t expect that. Glancing away without further thought of him, I put on my best smile for the ones I love.
My graduation party is in full swing, my friends and family mingling and engaging in conversations. Lights are strung up throughout the gigantic living area. A table full of every one of my faves lines the outer wall, which I’m drawn to. Taking Ella by the hand, I head toward the food. I need to eat!
After we fill our plates to the rim, I lead Ella to an empty spot right beside Sage and her new husband, Lukas. She’s tall in the lady department herself at five foot nine inches, but Sage’s husband towers over her by a foot. I’m a tall one myself at six foot two, but Lukas is a tower at six foot seven, with a heart as silly as a child’s. A gentle giant. Or that’s what Sage always says!
As we sit down, Sage looks up at me with my same-colored eyes. I’m struck by how much we favor each other, even when I never thought so before. It was always considered the three older sisters look similar, carried the same features. As for Addie and I, we look a lot more alike than the rest. But looking at Sage, I have to pause. We all do look alike.
I shake my head when Sage begins to talk, “Hey bro, you know how very proud I am of you...I mean, Lukas and I. I can’t believe you finally crossed that line, and West Point...pretty cool! The sky's the limit.”
Feeling shy all of a sudden, I answer, “Yeah, I guess so. I'll be leaving in three weeks, can you believe it, Sage? Only three more weeks left of living here and I’m out.” I hear a grunt beside her and see Lukas eyeing me with approval.
“We all knew you could do it, little man, umm, I mean you’re not so little anymore, but you know what I'm saying. Just always remember that you need to do whatever makes you happy, Grayson, and fuck the rest!” She smiles at me fondly, full of mischief and love.
“Thanks, sis.” I lean over and put my hand on hers. A moment passes between us. Our eyes reminisce back to the sadness, happiness, and something else is there in her eyes that I’d never seen before. Shaking it off, I know what she’s saying
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