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But it wasn’t okay.
At Carver Primary, graduation day wasn’t just about students—it was about families. Parents, grandparents, siblings, cameras, flowers. For weeks, Ms. Alvarez had collected attendance lists from students. Some kids were bringing entire groups of relatives.
She couldn’t bear the pity she knew the truth would bring.
That morning she wore her nicest dress—a pale yellow hand-me-down with sleeves already too short—and let Nora tie a worn white ribbon into her hair.
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