My daughter’s high school graduation was a huge milestone for our family. We had spent weeks carefully planning every detail of her look for that special day—the dress, the shoes, even how she would style her hair. Each graduating student was only given two guest tickets, and without hesitation she chose to give them to me and her dad. Honestly, I was probably even more excited about the ceremony than she was.
She left early that morning to take photos with her friends. My husband and I planned to drive to the school together later. Everything seemed perfectly normal—until my phone suddenly rang.