“Congratulations, class of 2019!” I threw my graduation cap into the sunset, symbolizing that I was leaving my life as a high school student behind. Tears began to fill my eyes as I looked at the faces of my classmates, remembering all that we had been through together. I visualized the life in front of me, excited for what the future has in store. Six years later, I am about to gradate from Harvard as the valedictorian. My studies were difficult, there have been countless all-nighters pulled preparing for exams, but I would not trade this college experience for the world. I made lifelong friends, who made me laugh until my stomach hurt, who held me up when I was down, and made the hard moments a little more bearable. During my freshman year, I met the love of my life, Gabriel, who is now my fiancé. My family continued to be my rock throughout my time at Harvard, they even bought me a golden retriever puppy named Ollie for graduation! I cannot wait to see what the rest of my life holds. Two years later, I am now the mother of a beautiful baby girl named Addison. Addison is almost a year old, and Ollie is her best friend. My husband is completely in love with our baby as is the rest of our family. When I watch Gabriel sing to Addison as she is drifting off to sleep, with Ollie resting by the fire, my life is complete. Addison is only ten months old, but I am excited for her to make memories and friends in her life as I did. I know that one day she will go off to college, but she will always have a family that loves her. I am excited to see what Addison’s life will look like. Forty years later, I am creaking back and forth in my rocking chair next to Gabriel. We are sitting on the back porch watching the sunset. Addison is married to her high school sweetheart with a baby on the way. I close my eyes, and let the memories I have made consume my thoughts. Looking back, I wouldn’t change anything, except for one decision. On the way to my high school graduation, I looked down at my phone. In the split-second I took my eyes off the road, I hit a semi-truck. I died instantly. I never made it to my high school graduation. I never graduated from Harvard. I never met my husband. Addison was never born. All because I sent one text while driving.