Once the time was up, everyone set aside their art project except for the family who was going to present their art first. You see, everyone in the families would present their art and explain what it symbolized.
We were the last family to go.
Our family presented our individual artwork in this order: my mom, my dad, me, then Idina. My mom managed to get through her presentation without too many tears, but what really killed me is how much my dad cried as he showed his artwork and explained what it represented. I was already at the breaking point; seeing my dad cry like that pushed me over the edge. Yet I determined I would be strong; I decided I would not cry.
When it got to be my turn, I hesitated, then held up my drawing.