She wore a dress that made her eyes shine, styled her hair in soft waves, and carried a joy I hadn’t seen in years.
Watching her that night nearly brought me to tears.
Still, she was nervous.
“What if people judge us? What if your friends think this is weird? What if I ruin your night?”
I held her hand.
“Mom, you built my whole life from nothing. There’s no way you could ruin anything.”
Mike took pictures nonstop, smiling like he couldn’t believe his luck.
“You two look amazing. Tonight’s going to be special.”
He had no idea how right he was.
When we arrived at the school courtyard, my heart pounded—not from fear, but pride.
People did stare.
But not the way Mom expected.
Other parents complimented her. My friends greeted her warmly. Teachers stopped to tell her how beautiful she looked and how meaningful the gesture was.
Her anxiety melted away.
Until Brianna stepped in.
Standing near her group, dressed in something outrageously expensive, she raised her voice just enough for everyone to hear.
“Wait, why is SHE here? Did someone confuse prom with a family reunion?”
Mom froze. Her grip on my arm tightened.
Laughter followed.
