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”

Just open it.”

My fingers fumbled with the flap.

Inside were several folded pages.

Some were handwritten.

Others were printed.

I recognized the journal pages immediately.

The first letter was addressed to Daryl.

The second was addressed to Megan.

The third was addressed to me.

I opened mine first.

As my eyes moved across the page, it felt as though the hallway continue reading …