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”

letters as though they might tear apart.

Then I straightened my shoulders.

Smoothed my shirt.

And turned toward Carol’s room.

The envelope remained in my hand.

The Dance

I walked back inside.

Soft music still floated through the room.

Carol was glowing in a way I hadn’t seen for months.

The moment she saw the envelope in my hand,continue reading …