At 6, I Promised My Best Friend with Down Syndrome We’d Go to Prom Together – 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go with Him Only on One Condition

Those were my choices.

My Mother Asked Me One Final Question

She looked at me and asked whether I still wanted to go downstairs.

Not because of six years ago.

Not because Noah had kept a promise.

Not because she wanted me to.

Did I want to go with him now?

At eighteen?

Knowing everything?

The Answer Came Easily

Yes.

Not because Noah had once promised to stay.continue reading …