graduation

after it was all over, she went back to the dishes. still in her antique dress, she scrubbed them to prepare for next time. that was always her impulse - draw attention to the forgotten and shrug off the ceremonious. she didn't know if it was admirable. she didn't know what it all meant. there was so much fuss for the end. rather, she wanted to know something really very simple.

had she done well? is she loved?

can she love?

and it seemed to her, as she scrubbed the last bit of counter top, that a 'Yes' would deserve accolades upon accolades.