My Daughter’s Friends Brought Prom to Her Hospital Room—Then Her Best Friend Handed Me an Envelope and Said, “This Is the Real Reason We’re Here”

the next.

Then indefinitely.

“I won’t make it, will I, Mom?” Carol whispered from her hospital bed.

I sat beside her and gently smoothed her thin hair back from her forehead.

“You’re going to make it to plenty of proms, baby. This is just a delay.”

Without another word, she turned her face toward the wall.

Prom Comes to Carol

The following evening, I was continue reading …