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.
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