MY GRANDMA RAISED ME, PACKED MY LUNCHES WITH SWEET LITTLE NOTES, AND SPENT YEARS FEEDING KIDS WHO MOCKED HER AS THE “LUNCH LADY”—THEN SHE DROPPED DEAD IN OUR KITCHEN JUST DAYS BEFORE MY HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION, AFTER WORKING EXTRA SHIFTS TO MAKE SURE I COULD WALK THAT STAGE WITH HONOR CORDS AROUND MY NECK. I WENT ANYWAY, WEARING THE DRESS SHE CHOSE AND CARRYING A GRIEF SO HEAVY IT FELT LIKE I WAS BREATHING UNDERWATER… BUT WHEN THEY CALLED MY NAME FOR THE STUDENT SPEECH, I LOOKED OUT AT THE SAME GYM FULL OF TEACHERS AND CLASSMATES WHO’D LET HER BE A JOKE FOR YEARS, STEPPED UP TO THE MICROPHONE, AND SAID THE ONE THING NO ONE IN THAT BUILDING WAS READY TO HEAR ABOUT THE WOMAN THEY THOUGHT THEY’D NEVER REALLY HAVE TO SEE…
Part 1 Graduation happened last week, and everybody keeps asking me the same question like it’s a greeting. “So… what’s next?” They say it with…