My mom got pregnant with me in high school. My bio father bailed the same day she told him. No calls. No help. Nothing.
She missed her prom, traded her glitter dress for diapers and double shifts, studied for her GED while I slept.
So when my own prom rolled around this year, I told her:
"Mom… you missed your prom because of me. Come to mine — with me."
She laughed, then cried so hard she had to sit down. My stepdad Mike was excited too.
But my stepsister Brianna?
She nearly choked on her Starbucks.
"You're bringing YOUR MOM? To PROM? That's… actually pathetic."
I ignored her.
Later she sneered again:
"Seriously, what's she gonna wear? One of her church dresses? You're gonna EMBARRASS yourself."
Still ignored her.
Prom day came — and my mom looked stunning.
Soft blue gown, vintage curls, glowing smile.
She whispered, "What if people stare? What if I ruin this?"
"Mom, you MADE my life. You can't ruin anything."
We arrived at the school courtyard for photos.
Brianna strutted up in a glitter dress that probably cost more than my car. She pointed at my mom and loudly said:
"Why is SHE here? Is this prom or Bring-Your-Parent-to-School Day? What an EMBARRASSMENT."
Her frieds giggled.
My mom's face fell.
I felt fire in my veins.
But Brianna had no idea that her father, Mike, would step forward.
When he heard what she said, he came up dangerously slow and did something I will remember UNTIL THE DAY I DIE.
"Brianna. Sit."
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