As we journeyed to Williams school, I was overwhelmed by the multitude of memories flooding my mind. Back when he first navigated 9th grade with such enthusiasm and optimism contrasted sharply against trying times where I had to accompany my daughter home after she was passing out – incidents which evoked profound hurt as her tough demeanor toward me left onlookers questioning our relationship. Despite it all, every moment stemmed from a place deep within me that only sought compassionately to help guide her through health issues both mental and physical.

When we walked in, he was greeted to a familar face. His face lit up as they did there clapping and singing whenever they see each other.

After years of hard work and dedication, William was finally in possession of his diploma. With beaming pride, he accepted congratulations from everyone around him as the principal read out its contents. A special moment was captured with permission to photograph them together affirmed this achievement – a reminder that his father would have been proud had he still been with us today.

When we headed to the car. I asked him what he wanted to do to celebrate. Without hesitation he said, “Burger King” I smiled and said, “You got it buddy”.

As we drove to the restaurant, I couldn’t help but think how wrong those doctors were when they first diagnosed him. He made it