68 - Graduation

(Elara)

“Come here, Mama.” Evren tugged at my arm.

Kae and I were sprawled on the couch the day after our results.  I didn’t care that I would probably never see the inside of a classroom again. All that mattered was, for some reason, somehow, I passed.  Like everything else recently, I did it, but I accepted the help of others.

I think they call that growth.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Evren.