On June 4, I formally graduated from West Visayas State University. The usual happened — togas were worn, caps were donned, and graduates were given their diplomas. The program ended in celebration — friend groups took their last photos, parents cheerfully proud of their sons and daughters' achievements.
As for me? I only greeted a few of my classmates, then walked to my parents' and went home. I wish I could have taken pictures with my classmates. But I was just unsure and confused with everyone going places. It felt too crowded. It’s why my first instinct is to go where I can find stability — my mom. It was a difficult decision for me to leave my classmates behind. I felt regret, but at the moment of choosing that path, I had to accept that I chose it for myself. It wasn’t the first time that happened.
Does that mean I won’t be seeing my classmates anymore? No. I would still want to see them. Hopefully again soon. They live as a part of my core memory. No matter where I am, I will always remember my section.