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”

toward the window. Prom was only four days away.

“Mom?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Do you think I’ll get to go?”

I opened my mouth to say yes, of course. The doctors were optimistic. Anything was better than filling the silence with fear. I had decided that hope was my job now. It was the one thing I could still give her.

“You’re going to that prom, my baby. continue reading …