I wore a prom dress made from my late dad’s shirts—and when the principal revealed the truth behind it, the laughter turned to silence

lost his mind over it… in the best way. It’s beautiful, sweetie.”

I smoothed the front of it with both hands.

For the first time since the hospital called, I didn’t feel like something was missing. I felt like Dad was right there, just folded into the fabric the same way he’d always been folded into everything ordinary in my life.

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