September's Siftings - The exam.

Yes I remember.

Yes.

Your first day at school, off on the school bus with your brother, proud, excited.

I remember you coming home, helped of the bus you were that small, clutching the drawing that you did.

I still have it.    

       

15 years ago, you are 18 now.

You just rang me to tell me you had passed your exams - you went to the school this evening to read the results for yourself soon after they were posted.

This time you drove.

Yes.

Yes I cried.

Yes, I remember every day in between too.

Good luck.

You can be whatever you choose to be.