Older brother did not take anything from home. The last thing he did before returning home was to borrow the household iron and meticulously press his school uniform, smoothing out the three-year-old garment until it looked brand new, pristine and without a single crease.
Today was the one and only graduation ceremony. He would step onto the podium for the class valedictorian in his absolute best condition—not for the sake of anyone's gaze, but to give a satisfying account of himself for these three years of junior high school life.
From the time he returned home until he left, he did not speak a single word to anyone, neither the adoptive father he had lived with for over a decade nor the haughty, pampered girl.
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