My mother turned the transcript over to make sure there was nothing on the back, then flipped it over again and read it from the beginning one more time.Then, she took off her glasses and wiped them clean. She folded the transcript, walked into the bedroom she shared with my father, opened the top drawer of the nightstand, and tucked it all the way in the back.That drawer held every important exam record I had ever brought home, from elementary school math competitions to my SATs.I stood in the doorway and watched her put it away before she gently closed the drawer.The three of us sat around the table during dinner. We ate quietly, and the only sound we made was the soft clink of dishes.Halfway through the meal, my mother suddenly said, "Silas' family moved away."I kept reaching for the food without even flinching."His mom came to say goodbye last month. She said he repeated his senior year, got into an average state university, and left for school in another state."She
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