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When I invited my mom to my senior prom, I believed I was giving her a second chance at a moment life had taken from her far too early.
I imagined a simple night filled with laughter, music, and memories — a quiet celebration between a mother and the daughter she raised on her own.
Growing up, I always knew my mom’s teenage years were different from everyone else’s.
While other girls her age were trying on prom dresses, gossiping about crushes, and planning graduation parties, my mom — Emma — was working late shifts, fighting exhaustion, and figuring out how to keep us both safe and fed.Continue reading…
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