Four years ago, on my brother’s graduation day, my family soaked up the sun on Memorial Glade while enjoying falafel wraps from Bongo Burger — a beautiful Berkeley combination. My mom insisted that I take photos of my brother in his cap and gown, and as he grumbled, the two of us entered Doe Library.
We walked up the white marble steps next to the gold handrail, which beamed in the day’s exceptionalism. We turned into the reading room whose intricately engraved ceiling was far higher than I could have imagined and whose tall windows filled the room with sunlight, leaving it naturally lit. There, my brother turned to reluctantly pose and smile for a few clicks.