My Younger Brother's Graduation

Three and a half years ago, I stepped into the stage waiting for my name to be called, so eager to receive the diploma which I have worked so hard for 5 years in college. It was such an awesome experience, knowing that I was a step closer to my dreams. I had finally closed the door of college life, and was ready to face whatever challenges my chosen career had to offer.

Last Saturday, my youngest sibling stepped into the same stage I walked through. He had that anxious look on his face, not sure if everything was true. Finally, all his efforts had paid off. After all the ups and downs that he had with his colleagues, he can finally celebrate graduation rites with his peers. He had the face of a victor, one that has failed and bounced back, tested and proven worthy of the prize that he will receive once his name is called.

At last, the long wait is over. My brother, with his right hand he received the diploma, the precious trophy which every student works so hard to obtain, a symbol of educational success and an emblem of triumph. I could see my parent's faces, bright with joy that finally, they had done an obligation that took more or less 18 years to complete. More importantly their son is finally ready to face the world.

After the graduation ceremony, we celebrated the event with food and drinks, in the company of our friends and family. Now, only one of my siblings is still left studying. Soon he too will walk through this same door. Soon enough. When that happens, the party will be grander than ours, not because he is a parent favorite, but because our parents will finally finish the role of getting us ready for the professional world, that all of us are able to stand on our own two feet. It is greater, because their children have grown into men, and no longer boys...