I was standing while watching him take his oath, almost as if I was taking it with him. I was so in awe of what he had accomplished. I cried and prayed as I stood there. I kept worrying about him being killed. I prayed they wouldn’t kill him. As happy I was for him, for me, for us, I was afraid to get attached to the idea that he was really the president because I feared it would be over too soon.

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