“Mom,” he said softly, not quite meeting my eyes. “Tonight at graduation, I’m going to show you something. You’ll understand why I’ve been acting like this.”
My stomach tightened. “Understand what, honey?”
He smiled nervously. “Just… wait and see.”
Graduation day arrived, and I got to the auditorium early.
The place buzzed with excitement—parents snapping photos, students laughing in caps and gowns, teachers congratulating families.
Then I saw my son—and froze.
Liam walked through the doors wearing a flowing red dress that shimmered under the auditorium lights.
The reaction was instant.
