"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone.
Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily.
"I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line.
"We're going to fix it oka...
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A/N : We are back with fake names because I genuinely do not care. Can't stress how much Idgaf about this man's personal life, he is just cute.
Killian Rubis Andrade New York, NY Graduation day
Waves of nausea washed over me as they had us lined up to walk onto the field to our seats. I looked up in the crowd and didn't see any familiar faces but I knew my mom was here, and so that's all that really mattered to me.
Ameena got back to me only days before graduation letting me know they placed her on the schedule, and I understand her career being important and that was a new job for her so I didn't force the issue.
Ms.Rose texted me congratulations, and that's all the news from across the pond. I felt sad, and disappointed in myself that I ruined this day for myself. I had my hopes up that he would at least wish me luck, but he didn't. I swallowed the tears that wanted to pour down, I did my makeup too good to cry. Especially if they weren't going to be happy tears.
The light blue robe, purple sash and black cap made me feel regal.
I did it dad. I'm a nurse practitioner! I chant to myself, somehow convincing myself he'd hear me. My emotions were running at all time high, and as exciting and proud as I was I wanted to get this day over with and just go back home to spend time with my mom.
They instructed us to walk out and I look up again, still no one but my mom. I wave up to her and she can barely see me, cause I can barely see her but some how she manages to wave back at me. My stomach growled and I cursed myself for not eating the slice of hard dough bread she tried to force feed me. Instead I had a cup of Milo, to calm my nerves.
Soon after they walked us out the ceremony started, after the speeches and endorsements they began calling our names. They called my row up, and I breathe through the nerves.
What if my heel broke? What if I tripped?
Pushing down the anxiety, I waited next in line.
"Killian Rubis Andrade-Su." The announcer calls my name, and I look up to see my mom holding up a Jamaican flag, screaming her head off. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I shake my deans hand, he hands me the rolled up paper, we take a picture and I walk across the stage waving at my mom.
