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A few days earlier, I’d watched him graduate in a navy cap and gown while I cried hard enough to embarrass him.

At my own graduation, I’d crossed the football field with a diploma in one hand and baby Leo on my hip. My mother, Lucy, had cried. My father, Ted, had looked like he wanted to hunt somebody.

So yes, Leo’s graduation had done something to me.

He’d grown into a wonderful young man, smart, kind, and funny when I needed it most. He was the kind of son who noticed when I was tired and quietly did the dishes before I could ask.