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”

her smile disappeared.

I sat down on the edge of her bed.

The room gradually fell silent.

“You read them,” she whispered.

“I did, sweetheart.”

Her eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Mama, I didn’t want you to spend our good days crying. You’ve been so strong. I just wanted you to keep hoping a little longer.”

I took her hand.

It felt impossibly small.

“Carol,continue reading …