There had been fireworks exploding in the sky and a drone capturing every moment. My fingers tightened around my diploma case as twenty-two years of being the invisible daughter crystallized in that single moment. I peeled off my graduation cap and set it on the counter next to that pathetic frozen pizza.
Four years of medical school, countless all-nighters, summa cum laude.
And this was my celebration. The house was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator.
Mom and Dad were still in Europe with Amanda, celebrating her business-degree graduation with a two-week tour of Italy and France. Her graduation had been last weekend.
Mine was today.
They’d known about both dates for months. I pulled my phone from my purse and scrolled through the family group chat. There it was, sandwiched between vacation photos of Amanda posing in front of the Eiffel Tower and Dad’s blurry selfie attempt.
“Congrats, Cecilia, on your graduation.
Proud of you!”
That was it. One sentence with an exclamation point, as if punctuation could make up for their absence.
I looked at the frozen pizza again. Supreme with extra cheese.
Not even my favorite.
Amanda’s favorite. They’d probably bought it for her and forgot. This shouldn’t hurt anymore.
It was just another day in a lifetime of being overlooked.
But something about the finality of graduation made it impossible to ignore. I’d been telling myself for years that when I achieved something truly extraordinary, something undeniable, they’d finally see me.
I’d pictured this day differently. Not extravagant like Amanda’s backyard bash with the live band and professionally catered dinner.
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