My Daughter Wore My 1996 Prom Dress—Then Her Boyfriend Handed Me an Old Photo and Said, “I Know What You Did 30 Years Ago”

laughed.

“Let her take a few more.”

“A few more?” Lily said.

“She’s taken forty-seven.”

“Forty-eight,” I corrected.

I had volunteered as a prom chaperone that year.

Partly because the school needed help.

Partly because I secretly wanted to see Lily enjoy the same milestone I had experienced all those years ago.

The gymnasium was continue reading …