The father and son stared at each other.
Then Miguel did something that would hurt Damian more than anger.
He turned away.
“Mom,” he said, “can we take pictures outside?”
Mariana nodded, wiping her face.
“Yes, baby.”
They walked past Damian and Beatrice without another word.
Outside, the sunlight was bright and cruelly beautiful. Students posed by the school fountain. Parents adjusted caps, fixed tassels, shouted names, held flowers. A group of Miguel’s classmates came over immediately.
“Your speech was insane,” one boy said.
“Your mom is famous now,” another laughed.
A girl with tear-streaked makeup hugged Mariana without warning.
“Mrs. Salgado, I just wanted to say my mom cried. She works nights too.”
Mariana hugged her back.
One by one, people approached.
Teachers thanked her. Parents apologized with their eyes. A janitor named Mr. Lewis, whom Miguel had mentioned in his speech, came over and shook Mariana’s hand with both of his.
