Being the new graduate that I was I opened the envelope first. In is there was a card. Let me see what is inside the card. For sure, just as the summer rains came as predicted by grandpa, there was an old, wrinkled twenty-dollar bill in it. My first twenty as a new adult, introduced into this world by this ritual called graduation.
People call graduation a rite of passage.
It was just that. Grandma also waited patiently with me in front of the post office everyday as I checked the mail. Either that I would call home to my mother to see if she had received anything for me, but to my disappointment nothing was there too. The days went by as I waited for one letter telling me I was accepted. Grandma on the other hand was patient for me.