When my son told me he planned to wear a bright red dress to the school’s annual recognition ceremony, I honestly thought he had to be joking. The event celebrated the school’s top students, and everyone dressed in elegant suits and formal gowns. Instead of trying to blend in, he spent weeks creating an outfit that guaranteed every eye in the room would turn toward him. As his parent, I worried he was setting himself up for embarrassment.
The closer I looked at the dress, the stranger it seemed. It was covered with embroidered names, tiny symbols, and detailed patterns representing items like lunch trays, mops, notebooks, office keys, and maintenance tools. When I asked what they meant, he simply smiled and promised I would understand during the ceremony. That promise stayed with me until the moment his name echoed through the auditorium and he stepped onto the stage holding a small folder.
