The only difference was that now I had a degree and hope.
Three weeks later, I interviewed for an entry-level position at a nonprofit organization that helped struggling families find housing and childcare.
The hiring manager glanced at my résumé.
Then he looked up.
“You brought your daughter to graduation?”
I laughed awkwardly.
“The picture kind of spread around.”
“It did.”
He turned his monitor toward me.
There it was.
The same photograph.
Me holding Emma while accepting my diploma.
Millions of views.
Thousands of comments.
Most surprised me.
People from all over the country had shared their own stories.
Single fathers.
Teen mothers.
Veterans returning to school in their forties.
Women escaping abusive relationships.
Students who worked three jobs while finishing degrees.
The picture had somehow become bigger than me.
The hiring manager smiled.
“I don’t want to hire you because of the photograph.”
He leaned forward.
