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

scrubs our toilets.”

I never cried about it in front of anyone. I saved that for home.

Dad always knew anyway. He’d set a plate down in front of me and say, “You know what I think about people who make themselves big by making others feel small?”

“Yeah?” I’d look up, my eyes glistening.

“Not much, sweetie… not much.”

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