didn’t miss my daughter Zinnia’s graduation by accident. Someone made sure I wouldn’t be there. It was supposed to be a perfect day—our little girl walking across the stage, our hearts full of pride. Joe, my husband of 20 years, offered to take my ticket “just in case,” since I had to stop for flowers. I agreed, thinking nothing of it. But halfway there, I got a call: my mother had collapsed. A stranger claimed to be her neighbor. Panicked, I rushed to Oakville, only to find my mom perfectly fine—trimming roses and completely unaware.

Confused and shaken, I raced back to the school, hoping I wasn’t too late. But the ceremony was already in full swing. I saw Joe in the crowd—smiling beside his mother, Peggy—holding the seat meant for me. A security guard wouldn’t let me in. From behind the glass doors, I watched my daughter wave toward them. Not me. I was invisible.