The big day has come and is now finally over.
Dancing shoes have gone back into their boxes.
Unsettling scandalous children’s costumes have been sent back to the renter.
Photos have been taken.
Lollypop bouquets have been licked and sucked.
Anxious younger brother’s tears have been dried.
As per tradition, after-graduation makkoli has been drunk.
Nothing like a steak to restore my sanity.