Family reunions
I took a shower because I had been hot and sweaty in my cap and gown. I was in my sleep clothes (sweats and black t-shirt, no bra) when Dad came in, asking his girls to meet some people in a room a couple of doors down.
You see, our first night at the hotel, we passed some Black people, who asked if we were there for the Francisco family reunion. As the tale goes, Dad replied, "Not unless you have some [our surname]s in your family." It turns out they did. So, after hanging out with the Franciscos for awhile, Dad came in to get us. I put on a jacket and kept my arms crossed.
We met several Franciscos. I talked to one man about college and writing (he also studied communications). Everyone congratulated me on completing college. The room smelled like barbecue, the really good stuff that scented the summers of my childhood.