A Steady Grip

My fingers felt surprisingly firm and responsive. Gently, I tested the grip in both hands, feeling the clean edges of the fabric certificate resting between my palms. Every printed star and neat line of text on the honor roll award stood out with perfect clarity. I dipped my chin just slightly to verify the lettering. Beside me stood a quiet companion, while the banner hung calmly in the background. Taking a measured breath, I adjusted my posture to keep the award perfectly level and held my ground with quiet confidence.