It was Sara’s graduation. David had been dropped off at the house that morning, but hadn’t seen his step-sister yet. He drove with his parents to the little college he’d graduated from years ago. Sara had been there all day helping with the decorations and so on. Through the throng of black cap and gown clad fresh faced college kids David struggled to see his step-sister, but couldn’t find her before the ceremony began.
“She’s going to make a speech, you know. She really turned around in the last couple of years. Switched her major to Creative Writing, wrote for the news paper, even won some poetry awards,” his mother said with pride.
“I thought she was kind of unfocused the last time I visited. It sounds like she really got motivated.” David commented, still trying to find her in the crowd as they sat down.