My Parents Missed My High School Graduation For My Sister’s Gender Reveal Party. When I Asked Them To Reschedule, My Mom Said, “Stop Being Selfish. You Can’t Take Away From Her Special Day.”

“Okay,” I said.

Mom blinked. “Okay, go to the party. I’ll handle graduation myself.”

The relief on their faces should’ve hurt more than it did. But I was already mentally checking out, already thinking about my next move. That night, I called my grandma. Aba Rosa. She picked up on the second ring.

“Miho, what’s wrong? I can hear it in your voice.”

I told her everything—the party, the ranch, them basically saying my graduation didn’t matter. She was quiet for a long moment. When she spoke, her voice had that angry edge.

“Your mother is making the biggest mistake of her life and she doesn’t even know it yet. But she will. Miho, she will. Now listen to me. You remember what you’re worth. Even if they forget, you remember.”

Two days later, she called me back.

“I want you to meet someone. His name is Pablo. He’s my friend.” The way she said “friend” made it clear he was more than that. Before you think, yes, Grandma was still dating, come by the house Saturday morning. Wear something nice.

Damian drove me over on Saturday morning. He’d been my best friend since sophomore year when we’d bonded over our mutual hatred of pep rallies and our love of breakfast tacos from this food truck.

“Ha, your grandma’s got a boyfriend,” he said, grinning as we pulled into her driveway. The house was in one of those older Alamo Heights neighborhoods.

“That’s awesome. How old is this guy?”

“77, I think.”

“I don’t know,” I said. She was weirdly vague about it.

“20 bucks says he’s loaded.”Continue reading…