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”

and motioned toward Carol’s room.

“Go on, sweethearts. She has no idea.”

I followed them inside.

The moment Carol looked up and saw her friends crowded in the doorway dressed for prom, she let out a sound I will never forget.

Half sob.

Half laugh.

Pure disbelief.

“You guys,” my daughter whispered, bursting into tears.

Megan climbed onto the bed and helped continue reading …