always noticed the looks, whispers, and questions. It hurt.
But by my senior year, I’d gotten good at acting as if it didn’t bother me.
So when prom came around, I told my mom I didn’t want to go.
“You can’t hide forever, Cindy,” she said. “One bad thing already changed your life once. Don’t let it keep deciding things for you. Prom happens once in a continue reading …