Cheering Narrative

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Noticing the waving hand of my friend, I headed to the far right corner. The procession started with a leading music. Everyone was restless to observe as the graduates walked in, especially their parents. Some were cheering intensely for their kids while others were acting serene. I saddened when I saw my Dad taking videos of other seniors on their way in. It wasn’t fair. And then I thought of my mom. She was more heartbroken over the guilt of being unable to provide enough by the given time. I didn’t know what to do. Meanwhile, my senior friends started doing their senior song. I smiled thinking of the whole last week that we spend to practice that. Watching them embody their song with a Dab and Milly Rock was truly cheering. After that, the
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