I shift a little in my seat, glancing around briefly to make sure no one is staring at me. Honestly, last thing I want right now is for someone to recognize me and bring attention to the fact that I’m at a university graduation ceremony.

You’re graduating today (with first class honors, might I add), and originally you told me I didn’t have to come if I was worried about the attention. I don’t promote interrupting people, but I did cut you off to very adamantly express that I would be in attendance.

So now I’m sat right next to your parents, looking down over the crowd of students in their caps and gowns, trying to see if I can spot you.

“There she is!” Your dad exclaims excitedly, fumbling for his phone. “That’s not even her hair color,” I hear your mum snort in response, making me stifle a laugh as well.

But then I catch a hand in the seats waving up at us excitedly, and my eyes light up after I squint to recognize your face. “Found her,” I chuckle, lifting my hand to wave back at you.