“Now you’re an official college graduate, Lily Calloway. How does it feel?” he asks, pride overtaking his features. “Good,” I say. Really, really good. It took me a long time to graduate from Princeton, especially after transferring there. I passed with a very low GPA, but I passed. That’s all that matters to me. I look up at him. “But it’s not as good as other accomplishments.” Going through recovery, taking the steps to be a better me, that achievement surpasses all others.
