
23/05/2025
19 years ago, I was a high school senior who didn’t graduate with her class.
I was expelled two months before graduation and made the decision to get my GED rather than repeat the semester and graduate with my younger brother—pride got in the way.
I’ve held onto that regret for years. Out of all the Malcolm cousins, I was the only one who didn’t get to walk that stage.
And I’ve parented through that pain—through the quiet disappointment and unspoken shame.
But this year, God gave me something I didn’t even ask for out loud.
My firstborn is graduated.
My baby.
The one who made me a mom.
And I got to watch him walk across that stage.
This moment is bigger than a cap and gown.
It’s a full-circle redemption.
It’s the beginning of a new legacy.
It’s healing.