On Graduation Night, My Son Walked In Wearing a Bold Red Outfit — I Was Caught Off Guard

“My name is Lila.” The auditorium fell into a hush so sudden and profound that it seemed to swallow every sound. The usual post-graduation chaos—the whispers, the shuffling feet, the nervous giggles of teens on the brink of adulthood—evaporated in an instant. For a heartbeat, it felt as if time itself had paused, waiting, stretching the moment into a fragile, almost sacred silence. My heart raced, pounding in my chest as if…
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