“If spending your savings on university made you feel alive again, then that’s what the money was for.”
For years, I had wanted them to understand that.
Now, I had no idea what to say.
The front door opened.
“John?”
One of my classmates stood there holding a cake.
Behind him were several others.
People filled the walkway.
Balloons were tied to the porch, and someone held a sign that read, “Congratulations, Graduate!”
I covered my mouth.
David cleared his throat.
“We were trying to finish before you got home.”
Ryan smiled.
“You ruined the surprise.”
Against my better judgment, I laughed.
He laughed, too.
It was the first time I had heard that sound from him in years.
Soon, the house was full.
My classmates hugged me.
One professor shook my hand and told me I had been one of the most determined students he had ever taught.
Someone put my graduation cap back on my head.
For once, I did not feel like the old man in the room.
I felt like a graduate.
Later, I found my sons outside.
“We’re not fixed,” I told them.
David nodded.
“I know.”
“This doesn’t erase the years.”
“We know.”
“But maybe we stop wasting more of them.”
Ryan looked at me.
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