“Hey … can you check to see if the artwork in my room is covered?”

I’m not sure why the thought crossed her mind at that moment – 10 minutes to noon on a Wednesday, three days before the first of three commencement ceremonies she would walk in to culminate her bachelor’s degree — but as I was on my way to the home office to make a sandwich anyway, I concluded popping my head into her room for a condition check wasn’t an imposition.

Of course, I knew that the “artwork” in question was a gift her father and I had given to her for her birthday, a favorite print that we’d had framed. It was just waiting, leaning against a bookcase in her childhood bedroom, temporary storage for when she has a house of her own … not just a dorm that only allows featherweight posters to be........

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