
In the quiet pause between final bell and late-afternoon carpool, my mother would wait just beyond the manicured hedges, parked in a hand-me-down Honda that security regularly mistook for a service vehicle. More than once, I had to jog over to explain—to an apologetic but doubtful guard—that yes, she was here for me. That yes, I belonged.
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