My daughter wore a prom dress she made from her late father’s police uniform. When a girl poured punch all over it, she just stood there, trying to clean his badge. Then the girl’s mother took the mic… and exposed something no one saw coming.
« I don’t need to go to prom, » Wren said.
We were standing in the school hallway after parent-night check-in. Wren had wandered half a step ahead of me, then she stopped near the flyer for prom.
« A Night Under the Stars, » it said in gold lettering. The borders were decorated with glitter.
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