She screamed so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Then she cried, and I cried too.
We had done it.
Two weeks before graduation, I received an email from the university coordinator. As valedictorian, I had been given a reserved VIP section. I had listed Megan and the friends who had become my chosen family over the years.
But one paragraph stopped my breath.
Dear Dr. Rivera, we have received an additional request for your VIP seating section. A couple named Karen and Richard Parker contacted the university, claiming to be your parents, and requested access. Should we add them to your list?
I stared at the screen.
Karen and Richard Parker.
The people who abandoned me because I was too expensive.
Now that I was about to become Dr. Emily Rivera, valedictorian at one of the most prestigious medical schools in the country, they wanted seats close enough to claim me.
I called Megan.
“Mom. They want to come.”
She was quiet for a moment. “How do you feel?”
“I want them to see exactly what they threw away.”
Megan’s voice softened. “Then let them come. Let them sit in the front row and watch who you became because a real mother stood beside you.”
