The big day has come and is now finally over.

Handbells have been rung and put away.

Dancing shoes have gone back into their boxes.

Unsettling scandalous children’s costumes have been sent back to the renter.

Photos have been taken.

Parents have been hugged.

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.