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”

laugh she used to have before any of this began.

She bit into a slice of pizza, made a face because the cheese was cold, and the entire room erupted with laughter.

They ate together.

They talked.

They laughed.

For the first time in a very long time, I saw how genuinely happy Carol was.

Not wanting to intrude, I quietly stepped back into the hallway.

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