“I” is for Induction Day

His hair had never been shaggier than it was that morning. His clothes were rumpled, and his eyes looked so tired. Of course, waking up at 4:00 AM will do that to an 18-year-old. As Evan would tell you, he didn’t have to wake up quite that early. It was me who insisted, setting multiple alarms to make sure the whole family was up and at ‘em well before dawn. After all, it was a two-hour drive from our home to his institute of higher learning, and who knew what kind of traffic we would hit?

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