On graduation day, Harker's smile looked more forced and strained than usual.
Samson nudged him with his elbow. "Are you gonna take a dump, Harker? You gotta keep it in! This is your big moment."
"I ain't gonna poo, Sam." Harker said between clenched teeth as he and his family continued to pose for the cameras.
Samuel tried patting his shoulder, though he could only reach his elbow. "You're a Summa Cum Laude, Harker. The highest Latin honors, and your paper on chameleons is going to even be nominated at a high science society in London. So cheer up."
"I know, Sammy." He tried to shoo his little brothers away after that long and tedious photo session. "You boys run along, it's Dad's and Chloe's turn."
There could only be three people at a time as a policy, so they had to divide up their family. As soon as Howard Jones rolled his wheelchair towards him with his son holding his diploma and honor certificate, he bursted into tears.
