His black gown hung from his shoulders, still folded in stiff places from the garment bag.
The gold cords around his neck caught the morning light coming through the front windows.
For a second, he looked like every prayer I had ever whispered had put on a cap and gown.
Then I reached up to smooth the collar of his shirt.
He moved away
“Mom,” he said, his voice low.

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