As I stood on the stage, I couldn’t help it—I looked for you, Mum. I scanned the sea of parents and family of my classmates and I looked for your smiling face, and the worst part was, if I looked hard enough, I could almost see you. Dad didn’t come, Mum. I told him weeks in advance, gave him an invitation, asked him to be there, and yet I arrived and left alone. Sometimes I wonder if he’s proud of me or if I only remind him of you, if he avoids me because of the memories I bring. And sometimes I wonder if he knows my secret, if he blames me for your death. I don’t want his graduation money or his promise of a new car. I have my motorcycle, and I’m happy. I wanted him to come to my one-and-only high school graduation, to stand in a crowd of strangers so I knew I had someone supporting me. I just want my parents.