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My hands shook as I called for help. I tried CPR, crying her name. The paramedics came fast. Too fast.
They said, “Heart attack.”
She was gone before sunrise.
People told me I didn’t have to go to graduation.
But she had saved for it. Ironed my gown. Set my shoes by the door.
So I went.
When I stepped onto that stage, I didn’t read the speech I had written weeks before.
I looked at the crowd.
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