He smiles graciously as he accepts the white envelopes filled with the currency of wisdom. He is now a man child, stepping eagerly into his future, ready to leave it all behind for the promise. Freedom in a city that speaks of revolution and American history he readily walks out of and into. And yet his history stays behind; Mother and Father and sister, each quiet with their own thoughts, each wondering what their future brings. A bittersweet moment, filled with tears of gratitude washed away with tears of sorrow.
We've done our job they think. Raised him, protected him, fed him and loved him. Now we turn the reins over to the man child wishing for a moment that the man was only a child.
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