My Terminally Ill Mother Stayed Up All Night Sewing My Prom Dress—Her Words When She Finished It Left Me Shattered

bodices and lace backs. Most of them cost more than our monthly grocery budget.

I muted the chat.

One afternoon, my best friend Jenna cornered me at my locker.

“Lily, have you bought your ticket yet?”

“No.”

“Prom is in three weeks.”

“I know.”

She frowned.

“You’ve wanted to go since freshman year.”

“I changed my mind.”

“No, you didn’t.”

I shut my locker.

“Jenna,continue reading …