I used to think that a college diploma is just a piece of paper, it doesn't mean much. But,this morning, when I stare at this piece of paper in front of me, written in Latin, I do think that it deserves to be framed and I do believe that this piece of paper does rightfully belong to my daughter. I am very proud of her. She struggled for it, and she earned it.
This piece of paper arrived one year later. I do not pretend to know what pain she suffered, I could only assure her that we are here for her. We are here for her.
