By the time May rolled around, I thought I knew exactly how my senior prom was going to play out. I’d walk in with the woman who gave up everything for me, we’d dance, take some pictures, maybe make a few people misty-eyed, and go home full of cheap punch and good memories. I didn’t realize I was walking into the night that would flip my family dynamic upside down and show me, in HD, who actually had my back—and who was just playing a role. I’m 18, and I still replay that night like a movie. Every song, every flash of a camera, every look on my mother’s face. It’s the night I finally understood what it means to protect the person who protected you first…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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