I knew exactly how that felt.
The medallion was slipped over her neck, then she looked at me.
My hand went to her back, and I brought her close, kissing her on the forehead, not caring about the affection I showed in front of everyone there.
Atlas got his next.
He was visibly overwhelmed, swallowing, his posture a little different with the weight around his throat. His fingers immediately touched the crest of the medallion on the front, to check that it was real.
“May we present the Nobel Prize in medicine to Dr. Deacon Hamilton, Dr. Daisy Beaumont, and Dr. Atlas Beaumont. Their achievements in medicine have allowed lung cancer patients to reach remission with ninety-nine percent effectiveness, changing the world of medicine, changing the lives of their fellow man.”
The theatre erupted in applause.
My arms wrapped around them both, and I hugged them at the same time.
It wasn’t just my daughter who had earned this honor.
But my son too.
And I’d never felt prouder in all my life.