On graduation day, I stood at the podium and finally told the truth. I spoke about dignity, sacrifice, and the parent who lifted me up without recognition.
I didn’t speak to shame anyone, but to remind them that respect shouldn’t depend on job titles. Walking back to my seat, I felt lighter. Being my mother’s son was never something to hide—it was my foundation.
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