groaned.
“Mom, stop.”
“Never.”
Connor laughed.
“Let her take a few more.”
“A few more?” Lily said. “She’s taken forty-seven.”
“Forty-eight,” I corrected.
I had volunteered as a prom chaperone that year — partly because the school needed help, and partly because I secretly wanted to watch Lily enjoy the same milestone I had experienced all those years ago.continue reading …