When my school announced prom, I wasn’t exactly excited. I wasn’t dating anyone, and honestly, the whole thing felt kind of overrated.
But then I looked over at my great-grandma, Alma, sitting in her recliner, watching some old black-and-white movie.
“You ever go to prom?” I asked her.
She laughed. “Honey, back in my day, girls like me didn’t get asked to prom.”
That stuck with me. She’d been through a lot—raising four kids, losing my great-grandpa way too young, and still managing to be the funniest, toughest woman I knew.
So, I made up my mind right then and there.
I was taking my great-grandma to prom.
